for sleepy little boys and silly monsters…

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