Tangerines are hanging heavy, glowing marigolden hues. Teasing a half-pale moon. An I feel a pull to the blue-velvet dark and stars. Pink magnolia, blusing and coy, savors the sun while she shines. You've got yours and I've got mine. Together we glide through the blue-velvet dark and stars. All it takes is a little faith, and alot of heart. Back and forth, we ply these oars, they move in time and get entwined. Green with joy then gray with sorrow, ripened fruit that falls tomorrow, filling us with brilliance. Branches are bare with a pulse underneath, flowering slowly inside. Your hands are warm and my body is wide, to hold all the promis of blue-velvet dark and stars. All it takes is a little faith and alot of heart, sweetheart
