Heaven in a Gun

Eileen Helck, Glyphs Member

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Play me soft, like the sweetest dissonant chord

Let us ring, bright harmony in all our words

 

Walking with you, the sunshine yellow and clean

Down through the heat of summer, grass tall and green

 

You take me to the garden, wild ivy grows

You speak and the red sun sets, heavy and low

 

Your bones a blue mountain ridge, eyes a pasture

I’d wander there for years, basking in rapture

 

And then there’s the bullet, breaking down my wall

Struck right in the chest, I look before I fall

 

Holy and kind, you stand with the smoking gun

You’ll let me bloom, a flower under your sun

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