The Question

She links her eyes to the sky and places her sweet request "could you please shine me some light and give me some rest?" The moon consolingly gives her consent to close her eyes while the stars blink advertently from their five pointed highs She longs for a cradle that rocks, and a good good book "can you give me a happy ending?" she asks with a look but the trees in the distance only wave their branches perhaps the breeze has caused too many broken fences She sifts her dreams as if they were gifts of finest wheat then stirs them a little with the honey of yesterday's pleat Maybe she's longing for a little warmth from an old afgan like the one grandma knitted - back when she was ten She links her eyes to the sky and places her sweet request "could you please cut me some slack, help me get some rest?" The End. July 24, 2018