two white socks.

A day where peaches tuck me into bed and angels sing me to sleep

Sunsets that speak to you and I and places where we drop our bread crumbs.

Car doors the color of the old man’s eyes, and hair that sticks straight up.

To the moon and back down here where we can dance. The music here is heavenly.

The piano is older than the tree bark and the children here don’t speak.

We can hold hands and dance to the cherry heart melody line.