Picture Perfect Morning

It's like a picture-perfect morning It's like a breathless swirling In a cornfield of golden wheat It's like a mighty shadow in The rainfall suddenly Lovingly secrete vanished Under our tender loving feet It's like a patchwork quilt You just can't get back under Without hearing a sudden Heartache claps of thunder It's like a crying wingless angel In a long-lost Edwardian fable Sitting on a silver thimble in tears Holding back the sands of times Unending—years In order only to dance with you In order only I meet with you In your dreams In a moist buttercup, misty, wet meadow. It's like I've fallen in love Don't you know? The whole way through—with you It's like I'm in a velvet-Bluebell-dream With you in my black bird's heart It's as if all the birds of June Built their stick nests, around you And me too, just to keep us two Feathered warm together From the cold lunar moon; the morning's dew It's like we've lost the coffee pot dark starlight And found the sunlight decaffeinated In only us two, Lighting up all around us The whole world through & through It's like it's all been made just for me & you.