she has faces

up in her bedroom and they gaze down on her

guarding her slumber



a black bead rosary

under her pillow and when it thunders

she clutches it tightly



and she hears

silence is white,

sound is black,

the world is wrapped in a paper sack



and when i leave i close the door

to this galaxy of yours



dropping by

i open a window

as the breeze blows in the curtains are butterflies



and we hear the church bells ring

out on a hill

and all of their echoes

left us singing



silence is black,

the room is bright,

our world is basking in tv light



and we are laid out on the floor

of this galaxy of yours



with all of your heroes waiting

in paper piles laid on the floor



i push my paintbrush lightly

and fill in any empty nail holes



a dresser top,

a jewelry box,

colored tassels tied in knots



and a porcelain girl danced a music box ballet for us



and your nightlight is a star,

or a firefly



that leads my gaze up to the ceiling

wondering if you think that it's the sky



with all of your heroes waiting....



open the window slightly, pick up paper off the floor

i hold my paintbrush tightly, and fill in any empty nail holes



open the window slightly,

open the window slightly