The boogey man twirled me round and round

He dipped me, then hugged me close

And he spun me again, till I saw the moon a thousand times, a thousand angles

Echoing light and a message from a night visitor

He whispered in my ear

“I know who you hate, and others you love”

hate is my passion and love is my flare

so take my hand and we’ll fly to a place where both will reside

we danced jigs

and tangos

and Russian waltz

until star dust coated my shoes and my hair

hate is my passion and love is my flare

 

then together, we skipped off into the chalky night

and blew bubbles from extra rainbow soup

they flew up up and away catching rays of light

to land upon shadowy, lonely planets

where iridescent color orbs graced cold rock

bursting where magnet dust penetrates

gold liquid splattering worthless upon a desolate surface

 

turning cartwheels and somersaults he taught me to sing as he went

and from my lips poured music, soft and sweet

notes like cherry blossoms filled the vacuums of time and space

for once, the universe was my oyster, caressing every croon

 

he looked into my eyes and cried “oh look at the time!”

“I’ll be late for the queen’s tea party!”

And at that, the boogey man scampered into a crevice

Of a hole

And jumped into the world where time and physical attributes are irrelevant

 

And as I blinked my eye, to smite a renegade tear,

Space alluded me and morphed into the

Familiar scene

That day’s cruel heat had been driven away

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