Sitting on a couch,
Wrapped in my arms
And a faded flannel blanket
I push away the grey with thoughts of you.

Staring in a pouch,
Dreaming of the stars,
Picking planets for my basket
Any little fantasy of we will do.

The clock clicks time,
My eyes close and open,
I watch the world twirl in bliss
And I play with the end of my hair.

I listen to life’s chimes,
No patience for hope,
I have a last minute wish And a last second prayer.