Inane Rambling and Idle Thoughts

Galaxies Away

The windowsill

is collecting drops

of water. There

is silence all

through the house.

But I'm sure that,

if you listen hard,

you'll chance upon

a faint sound;

and that being the

inquisitive child

that you are,

you'll search for it.

If you're lucky

you might just find

a boy up there on

the slate roof tiles

with, on his face,

not even a shadow

of a smile.

Instead you'll find

him staring up

at the stars,

with tears slipping

down his cheeks.

You'll ask him

what he's doing

and he'll say

"I come up here to pray."

"To what?"

You'll ask.

"To the sky,"

Is his reply.

I doubt you'll be

able to tell

whether he's asking them

to leave him be

or carry him away.