it helps

it helps to blow green and pink bubbles of air
into his lungs
it helps just to be there and warm him up
until he knows there's still fire
it helps to bring the sun into the window
and i swear i'll drag it over there
a pretty girl with a silly smile and a ridiculous
love for him
helps
- i have one to spare -
and i know it helps to rock
rock the cradle
until he sleeps peacefully and dreams of what is to come
pervade through the darkness of the now
dreams help
and i know that in my insanity i left some hanging under
the sun
i write i write i write and i will keep on writing
because i do not know
what else
to
do
i hope it helps
you