A Good Life.

I shut the sun with my index finger,
Turned down the sunkisses warm and soft,
Closed the pages of faraway tales
And locked the unreachable sky in my loft.


Called off my truce with distant dreams
And made a pact with earthly breeze,
For you can't wear stars beneath your skin
But a smile do wear to put the soul at ease.


Now on,
Milestones won't hide the pleasues of life,
Benchmarks wont wither my dishevelled wing,
So amidst all roadmaps and collars white
I'll gather my pebbles and ear seashells that sing!