"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
If only heaven could hold you –
closer than a love letter.
Gentle as dew cupped on rhubarb leaves.
Or cradle you like the ground does a puddle – holding you all, settled in mud.
Let the wind whisper a lullaby
That you’ll sleep through the darkness, while I dance through the night.
If only heaven could keep me
From the laughter in you –
that melts my heart of wax.
That opens my soul like flowers,
Forget Me Not, I’ll not think on you
Then I’ll protect me from falling on thorns.
For I know that I’m tripping in spite of my shoes
That I picked to help save me from the cobbles of you.