our own horizon

[sarahsquiggy]

pluck airplanes from beneath the clouds
and tickle them till they tumble down...
we'll be sitting in the grass, we'll be laughing hello
your gaze will tell me what my heart needs to know...
twist the teatering tree tops
and paint the sun like a grandfather clock...
showering to get this night off'a me
the crippling embarassment and 4AM coffee...
assemble the pieces of wings in the fields
and then fly fast and up and away...

maybe i'll see you again someday.