He gave me a ladder
to climb. To touch the
velvet skies up high. And
catch the silver moon. He
gave me a ladder that lead
to heaven where the angels
play their harps and flutes.
Where they twist and twirl
in pretty white gowns. Where
they flap their wings as their
voices rise up while they
sing about all beautiful things.
I'll wait for you and set a table for
two he said. We'll dine and
have a glass of wine from
freshly twisted vines. While
we dangle our feet from the
fluff of clouds. Laugh loudly
till our heart beats become
in sync. And sprinkle glitter
and gold after midnight. Where
the world is silent and every
one is asleep. Where the
young hearts are up telling
each other stories of love.
Where the girls and boys sigh
as they read romantic poems
about you and I* ~