Skimpy lassie laying peaceful, warmth touching her delicate face
Bore her eyes in this imaginary vault of heaven.
Thoughts rushing though her veins
Are there angels upon these candy clouds?
Mama say that they’re really good at hide and seek so you have to be really quiet and steady
Open your ears
Ignore the swisher of the wind
Church bells
Passionate laughter
Is it dazzling in the brume