When he's home, not 

wearing that coat, I wonder what 

the Ringmaster wears.

The sparkles and dirt
mingled, but the sparkles were 
always the brightest.

We're all given the 
same tools to work with. It's all
in how you sculpt it.

The window stayed 
open while I was gone. I found 
a leaf in the sink.

The clouds were
dramatic and the big lands were
many plain shades of brown.

That ghost better get
gone.  He's scaring my daughter
and making me mean.

When she nurses she 
tickles my arm hairs and I
feel so fond of her.

I thought I knew those 
two girls, but then it totally 
wasn't even them.

I missed the moon
tonight. I walked and walked and walked,
never saw it once.

The sun shone on the 
rain drops that sweet, fresh, earth 
only moons could give me.

It was the sweet
smelling, crazy rains where the sun 
rays warm you after.

I planted flowers 
at that place and moved before 
I knew if they'd bloomed.

Lazy, cold, cozy,
breezy, sunny, cloudy, wet,
lost kind of morning.

She fell asleep in
her hood and boots and I thought,
'I remember that'.

To see a foxicorn
brings good fortune. To cross paths 
at night brings famine.

The foxicorn dwells
near the edge of the beach where
the green forests meet.

The foxicorn's horn
is his protection, seduction 
and influence.

The sun is always
shining. Even when it's hiding
behind some clouds.

All the way home I 
wrote a story in my head 
about those two 'birds.

I'm a slave to it.
It takes over my life. Morn,
noon and every night.