Take me to the place where trees dream aloud
where the mice and coyotes sing and the air smells red
There are books there
and birds that look like notes chime together softly
The place where storms trade thunder and lightning in our heads
because we’re up to it and the walls are full of drizzle
In that place we’ll hold hands and fall into the pond
We’ll become night
under the far away stars
But maybe
not too far