Glancing out the window in a mellow interstate

Strings manipulate in nature’s fate

Barely awake lying on my bed

I see the Puppeteer’s story unfold how it’s said

Watching in a post-sleep awe

A glimpse through other world’s door

Stories narration plays as it’s told

The Puppeteer is becoming bold.

Strings pulled by invisible hands

Blowing soul into desert sands

Putting life force in to fingered leaves

Making them dance in Puppeteer’s breeze

For a moment, just for a moment the Puppeteer falls still

I catch my breath in bated thrill

Waiting for the continued romance

For the wind and the leaves to make their dance.

Puppeteer remains hidden from sight

As leaves commence their dancing light

I’m reminded I’m just an audience member