The Key To Love

A little child on a bed of red sheets
with lumps in his blanket, making IT
feel like mars,

in the comfort of his own bedroom.

has fishing string's hanging from
his ceiling, holding up one yellow
and a dozen
         little
               dusty
                    blue
                       stars.  

When the sunlight fades,
when the sun goes down,
the moonlight beams
through his window.  

there's no sound,
tho there are movements
from all around.  
There's no wind,
tho there is oxygen
for him to breathe.

Every night this
brave little solider
puts up a fight.  

Striving through his strife.
Every night...

He keeps the monsters
under his bed,
under his bed,
and The skeletons
in his closet,
in his closet.
he doesn't want them
crawling out unfed
or coming out to haunt
him.  

He's
unmatched
and
undaunted.
Calm and
collected.    
In the face
of danger,
he's
protected.

He is an astronaut
in his own imagination.      
But in reality...
he is a mere child in a
situation similar to his
                       very
                           own
                   imagination.

He's a brave little soldier in
reality.
 
Night after night,
from
across the room.
His baby sister
climbs out of bed.
and peers into
his room,
through,
the keyhole at
the door.
She feels the mystique
in every-thing she sees.

But now,
She's confident,
that,
if she is ever in need,
in her miniature castle,
the only thing
she would need to do,
is call her big brother,
who is across the hall,
and he will come to her rescue.

He will protect her.

Yes, he will protect his sister
from all the monsters beneath her.

She will live til time indefinite.

But everyone else
will live up to be
mere skeletons in
her closet...and in his.

                                                                             May 29, 2014