Sleeping In The Beetle Bug

Sleeping in the beetle bug<br>With a hundred pounds of air in my heart.<br>Don`t think that I`m able to sympathize,<br>I`m happier to see it gone.<br>Floating above your house like a penguin<br>Dropping cherries from my mouth.<br>Tapping the walnuts<br>and the shadows out of a dreaming<br>Pair of brown eyed ghosts.<br><br>In each of your eyes, I saw it`s spring,<br>Where every mouth wakes up to a smile and a yawn.<br>Grass is long and laughs<br>when the wind jumps through it.<br><br>It must have started with that stick in the mud.<br>That there`s where clouds are born.<br>Clouds can`t stay where they are born.<br>Winds push them so far from home.<br>The sound of your laughter<br>Tiptoeing across the floor<br>makes the deepest of red umbrellas<br>able to inflate my smile.<br><br>In each of your eyes, I saw it`s spring,<br>Where every mouth wakes up to a smile and a yawn.<br>Grass is long and laughs when the wind jumps through it.