White wooden frame
on a summer day
and Grandma is giggling
and the world is sitting right
and the axis is like a ballerina
graceful and gloriously smooth
and beautiful.
Your happy tears are a waterfall.
I was crying and praying,
wishing I could just sing
and now I'm smiling in my sleep
because even if things aren't okay
I know they will be;
graceful and gloriously smooth
and beautiful.