Fleeting Puzzles

Fleeting Puzzles

Fleeting Puzzles

An early-morning chill returned,

still in the afternoon air.

It appeared they had been sleeping—

a pile of children huddled together, all

riddled by tiny flecks of glowing dreams.

A glimpse of light found its way inside

to see which face was hidden under the pillow.

A child rose from the floor still closing their eyes

and the chatter of thoughts inside their head

gradually wilted away.

Dreams are fleeting puzzles,

and we collect the pieces

we can put together.


The Secret World Of Tomorrow

the secret world of tomorrow

The Secret World Of Tomorrow

Out in the secret world of tomorrow

we spend a lot of time.

We’re all creating a place

to fly home to.

What will you

call home?

You may rarely look at it

but you’ll always feel it

and that means everything.

Fly home again