I think ships
are like birds floating
upon the stormy seas or
endless skies
with a taste of freedom.
I think
there's a heaven
in the backyard;
On winter days
careful footsteps
on the snow like clouds
made of sugar,
arms raising
like wings
holding balance --
but if you slip and slide
there's always the safe
soft white cover
underneath
On summer nights
the greenest grass
and fairies hidden
in flower cups
under the moonlight
always blue
and dandelions
like flocks of sheep
rose-scented air
among the trees
and in the middle,
the apple tree,
in which we climb
sometimes
to eat the stars
we pick up
bare-handed
there's a firefly
on your jacket
or a fallen star crumb
and the zephyr's playing
gently, our love song.
till we fall asleep
embraced.
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