a pope and a pontiffand a pair of purple slippers
are all I remember
the night that I turned twelve

a view through a sky hole
I could see the big dipper
felt a chair moving
heard the ringing of a bell

I thought of my father
and mother
went back to my room
on lessons to dwell

deep in the night time
I felt mt heart quiver
turned on my pillow
and into it fell

train in the night time
might signal a sliver
to ears in the night time
that listen so well

a dream in the night time
is sure to deliver
a reason to wake up
with stories to tell