Of Simple Things

I sleep to undream the plot of sorrow to set it free

Sing me a song of our dreams a little out of tune as you laugh in between, stir me a cup of simple things The yellow spring in a flower pot smoke rings into the fog giant bunnies that float as clouds bare skin under cold raindrops, Autumn colours from a mountain top and a little something to hope for Tell me a story that no one knows softly into my ear so no one can hear Just this once hold on to me

Make me a cup of memories I need no running away from

Poet Lubna Yusuf