Only on my side

I am in my room Listening
beneath dull white&pink patterned sheets
perterbed agian at the lack of childish adornment
with matching curtains
frillier though, that "I'll love as I get older"
filtering early sunlight
& hiding the birds creating a symphony
for my morning alarm

Now Im hoarding
anything shiney, bright or colorful
small things passed by
too ordinary for the rest of the world
but too beautiful to leave behind,
safegaurded in a pink snapshut jewlry box
flicked under the left night stand

That was  all just on my side though
the world wouldn't have seen the beauty
of a pink comb
giving a musical twang when carressed
or the birds' dialog
tumbling in like rays of light.
Understanding was always missed in the translation
of imagination to logicreality.

friday 19 april 2008