And I in my heaven (another cheerful little number)

that was the time that was

And I in my heaven

you in your hearse

rainbows between us

and mountains of earth.

The faces of children

and none of them,

not even one of them cursed.

.

Hearts that had danced

while the playing sticks knocked

and the rivers that splashed

pin the tail, pin the tail,

rocked on in the dark.

.

The great foolish male

who lived in his shoes

crushed smell of the jungle

crushed taste like the blues

shorn of sweetness.

.

The howl of the Amazon

chatter at the heart

pride in aloneness

safe in the art

of wishing.

afraid of the dark.

.

The hearse traveled nowhere

the heaven contained.

And iron wheels roll

in the rain, in the rain.

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2 Responses to And I in my heaven (another cheerful little number)

  1. ozymandiaz says:

    Stunning words. I have just discovered you and find myself quite enamored with your writing.

    Like

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