I want my heaven
That’s why I stare at the sky
I don’t hear her call the names
In the garden
In her big black sun hat.
They are silent
The trees can’t speak
Behind the glass
Behind planes, the sky moves
A cold sky that might have been known as summer
Turn around again
Face the other window where the warm spring is
Warm and fuzzy
Lily pads and water
The breathe of life
In a child
Legs running
Eyes smiling
Naked in her beauty
There is only this walled garden
It grows the fruit, it holds the Earth together
The first bells of spring
The birds that sings
This is the warmth
She is my warmth
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