Once upon a place not quite in time, nor space....well, possibly in some space,
but not in or on or between time for anything,
as in ‘I’m late, I’m late for a very unimportant date,’
there existed this being.
Being something, not quite sure of what.
And thus, the story begins.....
Bo(u)rn of the linden tree
felled
from the firmament,
now permanent.
As is,
no refund
no return.
So, here I am.
Or, there I was
wherever or
whomever I am
was
will be
here
there
anywhere
somewhere
out there beneath the pale moon light...
Wait, that is not mine,
but it is nice
so I will continue
...someone’s thinking of me
and loving me tonight?
Somewhere over the rainbow
way up high,
sad blue birds fly
and so wish I
could do the same
without a plane
but I digress
it is the stress
of not knowing
the seed I am sewing
without thread
and I dread
the end
will not be
pleasant.
Nonsense
none sense
nun cense
fun cents
a penny for your thoughts
on this?