Standing On the Roof, Wishing On the Stars.


No, no, I'm inside, I'm inside,
Outside now, let me outside,

Green grass mist float
Down mountain country air,
Bright blue sky, fluffy air,
Lion back ride, blue hair,

In the box, up again, never down,
Steely cables pull down now,
Fire escape, fresh air drown,
All winter around, nothing is sound.

Standing on the roof, breathing deeply,
I look at sky as if it completes me,
I wish on a star to bring me back love,
As the moonbeams, they dovetail and spiral above.

© Saxon Drury-Godden, 06.