Wednesday, 17 August 2011


If I were one of those little people
I would come and visit you every night
peeking through the tiny hole on the screen
just to hear the sound of your breath.

If you were having an unpleasant dream
I would run and swing to your bed
panting and sweating
just to softly sing on your ear.

If you were about to embark on a journey
I would sneak inside your pocket
hiding so that no one would see me
but I could see the beautiful scenes with you.

If you were catching a bit of cold
I would bring the magical herbs
carrying them with the help of grasshoppers
and brew them in a hot pot to comfort you.

By the end of each day
as I go back to my realm
I’d sleep with your scent left on my hair
and your warmth as my blanket.