Its Always Saturday In Heaven

the bare light
falls on your
shoulders
romantic ticks
you find it groovy
like some black and white movie
I can't stand to look at anyone else
one vision of beauty has always been enough for me

the hole in the room
lets water in quietly
like an exit wound
but I knew to catch you
when you tried
to leave too soon
the universe said maybe
but we both said not yet
there is still glitter to surrender
my own little tree in the woods
by the edge of a meadow
where I said I love you
and the sun set on some chaos

while cross winds blew the darkness and the day
you tilt you head to talk just right
a flash of teeth and yet underneath
a hundred birds flutter away
the fact that you aren't perfect
the fact that We dream in excess
lets waltz around a little more
while the universe says
yes

(its not always impossible you'll see)