walls become darkened forest
of imagination
with green
saddened eyes
sleepy little boys
and silly monsters
make weepy noises
as crickets dirge chirp a lullaby
kitchen window
opens itself into a storybook
allowing the sweet scent of
childhood memories
and fire flies
to drift in mind
roses and violets entwine
hanging their blossom heads
as rain begins
forming a climbing archway
to pass through as we
carry tears in tea cups
leading to
this final place
where the wild things are
thank you, maurice
goodnight
2 replies on “for sleepy little boys and silly monsters…”
This was so sad:( No more wild things…except in our memories
He taught me to imagine, David.