Ladybug on the ceiling...you must know what I'm feelin'. Your little backside painted red posted above my head. You hear my silent words dancing in my head masked by a 6 A.M. comfort that my heart still paces meekness and desire left unsaid. For long how did you get there I bet there are things due that you wish you could pass me off your wings. Small lucky thing en-laced in spring wrap up in winter stillness...what hope you bring me. In a time frame uncertain with unheard of things,  you trail simplicity of my weary being seeing I may fly to a place tears set and my happy come forth as years go by. I ask why all the time in my lonely day so empty forgive me if it's a crime. So much of me on the line...my fragile demeanor sends shivers down my spine...