If you sing and play
Your golden harp, I'll strum at
My shaking heart strings.
Use your turquoise bow
And your amethyst arrows
To strike my hurt heart.
Shower us both in
A wispy smoke of sage and
Deep, rich lavender.
We can sit and laugh
While we count the crystals in
Our eyes together.
Just use the painted
Melody in my coloured
And growing spirit.
Let us nest upon
The clouds and soak in the sun
Through the long, warm days.
We can dance on the
Falling stars and the comets
When the moon arrives.
Please, continue to
Sing your dreamy songs; I will
Always listen for your
                                                         Harp.