Sometimes

Sometimes I need my eyes
to sink into the blue yonder,
to find my roots,
in the dizzy humdrum
of an uninspiring urban drone.

Sometimes I need my breath
to hold my drowning heart,
with a quiet presence, a lullaby,
to quell the hangover
of a human razzmatazz.

Sometimes I need the warmth
of those strong and loving arms,
to swaddle me like a helpless baby,
as I struggle to make my home
in a cold, distant world.

Sometimes I need my ears
to hear the new moon smile,
and listen to the child inside,
who dreams of catching a rainbow
with a teardrop in her eye.