The heart dreams on silver screens
Lost in cotton days of youth
Marbled tides emulsify in foamy whispers
And give way to granite feet
Into unmade beds we go head first
Thoughts a little electric like children
Chandeliers play in winds
Like piano keys
We drift through enchanted rains
And drive through fields of heaven's stars
Where willows whip and flowers unfurl
Underneath the gentle truth of Spring
