A moment

I need a moment to acclimatize
I need a second to close my eyes
Just deafen my ears to the sounds of my screams
Just remember the magic of midnight dreams

I need a song. I need a dance.
A rose, a kiss, a little romance
A full moon, a shooting star
A wish granted and a really fast car

I need the wind rushing through my hair
I need an open road to nowhere
I need the pulsing sound of heavy bass
I need a stupid smile to split my face

I need a laugh. I need some time.
A night on the town. A lover of mine.
A full moon, a shooting star
A wish granted and a really fast car

Innocence

The gift of a child’s laughter
Clear eyes and happy ever after
Dream impossible dreams
Nothing is at it seems
See the world in Technicolor
Sing out loud lah-di-dah
Temporary grief and sorrow
Play today like there’s no tomorrow
Make a wish and make a fairy
Dance on flowers and eat magic berries
Grown ups filled with sad despair
Faithless whispers of old prayers
No pot of gold at rainbows end
Sprout platitudes and condescend
I’d rather stay a child inside
Then keep my dreams lifelong denied

Mummy

Mummy, I have nightmares alive inside my head
Mummy, there are monsters living beneath my bed
Mummy, you told me they weren’t really real
Mummy, did you lie to me, because I can feel
Their cold hands around my throat when I try to scream
And hear their laughter in the dark when things are not quite what they seem
Mummy, you can’t protect me with sweet sung lullabies
You can’t keep the lightning from tearing up the sky
Mummy, I know you love me, but its time to say goodbye
Mummy, will the angels come when it’s my time to die?

Insomnia

Sink into oblivion
Dark, dream filled obsidian
There be monsters here

Gentle ogres, tyrant kings
Dragons blowing silken soft smoke rings
What are the things you fear?

Gossamer winged nightmares
Gallop from their lairs
No white knight to save you here

IOU

It was a week of madness
Marked by medical ineptitude
And patience stretched beyond limits

A fortress of maternal solitude
Where only a mother’s love would soothe
The raging fever of the youngest son

It was a week of testing
How far would a mother go
To protect her child from harm

An army of silent strength
Gathered at her back
So she could hold a child in her arms

It was a week of fever
Where blood ran to boiling
And the flames licked the rafters

A debt of gratitude
Owed to those to stood firm
And shouldered the weight of one who lay fallen