june, 2016

there's no question that you're out there, but i miss you 
there's so much noise and empty space and i'll push my arm into to see if i can hear you.
i would like for nothing to keep me from you either
but there are things. 
will you walk me out into the open country
will you take me to heaven
for the afternoon
i need to walk down the streets out there and knock on a door and have coffee at a table where the angels understand
there are unending parts of this world i can wrap up in
and i will
more than ever in the magic and heat of summer
but hope dies
lying across the statue on the corner and style and fame.
can i fall asleep in heaven just for the night
will i learn something there
i want to be true to you