p o e t r y

i am
 

I am
a little boy
again,
I do not reach
for any stars,
I am
a little boy
whose hands reach out
to grab
the distant moon,
I close my eyes
when darkess falls
and almost every night
I see myself
in warm wind
on a lonely
mountain top
facing moon's
mild light

I am
a little boy
again
I dream myself
to sleep
and the moon looks
and the moon tastes
like one of
your earlobes