Staring at the ceiling today,
I imagined that if I were to lie
Still long enough,
Neither eating nor sleeping,
That I would be lifted away,
To somewhere so serene
That time could not wipe my smile away,

And my heart would burst,
With a most glorious joy
Upon his return,
And my fingertips would burn,
For another taste of heaven

And I would turn,
And be lifted, light as a feather,
To another world within my world,
And we could have each other,

But today, I am fine with just laying,
Neither laying somewhere real,
Somewhere divine,
Nor suspended within time,

I am fine.