I climb the water oak in my yardIts gray barkTearing my once smooth skinAs I pull myself to aNew branchA cool breezeLike the cloudThat rolls out of the freezerWhen you crack open the doorBut gentler, softerBreathes on my face

The sea ofGray, white, blueSwirling as one skyLifts my heartAnd makes it joyfulThat special joyWhereYour heart poundsYour chest achesYour eyes waterYour lips smile

The dullAlmost twilightSunGiggles from behindA cloudShowing upIn gay splotchesHere and thereEvery thingEvery worry or careEvery war, lie, deathShut outAll is beautyWhen I’mUp in a tree