Safe hidden places…

Safe hidden places…
Where every thought turns into a butterfly…
A happiness of a different order…
Tutored by each second.

The sky flushing a beautiful blue…
Spreading colorful quilts on the ground…
A place without a name…
A name would only make it smaller.

Of course there is always room for you…
A new beginning with every sip of tea…
Let’s listen to what the angels have to say…
And open our hearts to the heavens.

No more labeling others with names that suit us better…
No more being fooled time and time again…
No more peering into a starless sky…
No more meandering hopelessly like a clipped kite.

Safe, hidden places…
Where joy appears like a found feather…
Setting my world alight…
Oh so happy…
Like a gopher in a turnip patch.

I love you,

Annie