When Birds Become Roses
By Simply Shelby

I will say yes to you
as you blow sunkisses into my firefly hair
while perched on acid-washed airport chairs

Now, I'm off to find my second-star-to-the-right
the beckons of cielo azul too strong to fight
your pale lips part, but no words hang expectantly

Our fragile eyes try to melt in a mixture of indigo quartz
yet the base of what we've weaved these years is strong
I already heard what you didn't say

I will say yes to you
but the circle of meaningful gold never leaves your pocket
caught in the lint called doubt and the strings of not-too-sure

I will say yes to you
when Elysium becomes verisimilitude
and birds become roses

(I would have said yes if only you'd asked)