All i need

a lone cloud
grey
and a pillowful
of dreams

light streaming in
through stained
windows,
in purple and red

the blue
of butterflies;
the wind billowing,
flirting with curtains;

coffee, bitter brown
and a book
by my side,
as i fall in love
with the nightrain
beating on my
windowpane

a song on my lips
and a smile
on the face
of my soul.