when the sun comes out: 11/6/06

if i had my way,
i’d have the sky take you there into my room
where i would sleep & we could sleep &
you should lie next to me

we wouldn’t say words like yes or no
& i shouldn’t wonder where you’ll go
when the dawn steals you away

& you won’t have to look for me
because there i’ll be,
putting color underneath your skin
right where i know i should be;

maybe tomorrow or next week
when the sun comes out.