Little pieces of Heaven
Time: late evening
Oh I feel so empty and expectant
This is not like me, I am not a country girl
And I am glad, nobody is watching & nobody knows
What a moth I am… eager to meet my injustice!
But moths do know better… that..
You cant reach the paradise without dying
So I die a little everyday
And everyday, a tiny bit of heaven is sent to me..
The first drops of rain reluctantly touch my shivering arms
As if trying to fill the emptiness and then quietly slide down
And I feel so many hours lilting and jostling against my skin,
Intense.. passionate, as they will cut open the gravel skies
Plunge into its verberations, to draw out an angel's voice.