To Mr. Caulfield

To Mr. Caulfield.

I'm sitting right here,

Just a little behind you.

I'm watching the spring in your step,

The dance in your laughter,

The glitter spewing out of your hair.

But there's a page,

Thin as it may seem, it's a wall I can't travel through.

There's a page between me and you,

Separating the worlds on either side.

But I'd like to meet you and listen about the sheep you lead,

About Mr. Kenny's good deed,

The daisy's song in the yellow field.

Because the smile you carry lights a lantern of warmth

Deep within.

Follow my Quora space named Passive Asset!