Bacon and eggs and wisteria jelly,
The sky is robin egg blue.
Come, take my hand and walk with me, Love,
In the spring green fields of two.

The prairie grass dance
To the woodwind,
While I sing a hollow tune
To the morning Dove
So fat with love
In a time where the sun and the moon
Sit facing each other for breakfast,
At a table where east meets west,
And the Morning Star has shed her robe.
She knows how she looks best.

And my love, my heart
Is a walmart sack
That blows around in the wind.
It searches for your branches, Love,
To come, get caught up in.

And the Morning Star is naked,
But no one seems to see,
For the moon only wants to look at the sun,
And the sun wants to look at me.

-jenn