cabbage moths

     

she says
      anything
is
                     possible

no.

anything is possible
           (anywhere but here will do)


but

to believe
in you
is a task

not for the faint of heart
or breath

you fall
         under

pressure

mind’s
dark demands

                - a moment of doubt

coming through a door
           left open


i dream in colours
         i colour in dreams
that you give me

black and white lines
naming your demands

one airplane
      a few million

miles of
sky


they are
white like moons
in the stillness of
           afternoon
carelessly dropping
fairydust
on trembling petals

   flutter
                flutter

rest

   wait    ...

                     liftoff!