Skyclouds

My eyes rest below
the playground's oak tree
staring up into the blue
hypnosis is true

You lie next to me
our awe known but hidden
squinting through rustling leaves
with each breath we heave

We can rest here for the hour
our head against the tree roots
perfectly molded for our comfort
both of us trying to make sort

**Bell Rings**

Trance is gone
each of us jump to stand
run to the bricks
we've both had our fix

a memory frozen in time.

 

2002 by Joel Mathew Hegberg