cuppatea

feels like home with a cuppatea
away from anarchy
beaches, trains and rooftops
my secret garden
to write and read
to learn to travel to dream
to fly
warmth in the eye
melting insides
how long
might never be
just revel in the now
so effortless
just fit
like its been there all along
wanderings of a dreamer
there is a clap
or two?
here and now
wait, just wait
maybe
hope
pray
how?
uncertain
in heaven maybe
lets fly
lets soar
lets sit in slumber
in silence
in dreams and in nightmares

wishful thinking...
wishful thinking.