Little tiny me and you in this world. Poems of the night.

Climb up here with me and stay

where the view is certain and clear

But you'd rather slump down beneath the trees,

in the familiar atmosphere


The creatures in the forest all shout

she's strange she's strange she's strange!

Agreeing with a wistful smile,

you chitter and chatter away



I sit in silence up above,

On a simple rock unknown,

I open my mouth to share it all,

but sense patience in the moonlights' glow


I won't walk the dirty path again

if that is what you want

I've reached the point of no return

so accept me as I'm not


I invite you up to share my space

have it all - there's plenty - and more

as you shiver under the shady leaves,

you say it's not what you're looking for



You try to tug me down

but my hands are raised up high

a SCREAM: You were better before you let your

mind float deep into the sky!


I try throwing a loving line down

to your little spot in the dark,

but no tug comes back to me,

from my actions - for you - no spark,


I lift my head back up and breathe the cleanliness,

the pureness of the life,

no second guesses - no wondering why

I was born or when I will die,




Get down! you SHOUT get down right now!

But I choose instead to refuse,



If you accepted the view - believe me

you too - would never dare to move.