Shimmering Morning

Make me apple crumble with leaves cut in pastry
flying through the night sky on horse back
(wind blurred photographs) with the stars dancing through your
eyes and pretty dewdrops in your hair.
You smile like an angel and stand all innocence
with your wings dripping down your back.

And she smirks through the dusty glass
curls of smoke through her lips and
the sky is falling across her cheek bones.
She decided justthisonce let's let that mascara run
girl let's let it soar and be free because hey it's
sunday and we're all in our ribbons and straw hats and
pearl buttons shimmering through the morning,
casting leafy green shadows and letting everything
float past like children's bubbles, shimmering through the
morning.