It’s like a picture perfect morning

It’s like a picture perfect morning
It’s like a breathless swirling
In a cornfield of golden wheat
It’s like a mighty shadow in
The rainfall suddenly
Lovingly secrete vanished
Under our tender loving feet
It’s like a patchwork quilt
You just can’t get back under
Without hearing a sudden
Heartache claps of thunder
It’s like a crying wingless angel
In a long lost Edwardian fable
Sitting on a silver thimble in tears
Holding back the sands of times
Unending—years
In order only to dance with you
In order only to meet with you
In your dreams
In a moist buttercup, misty, wet meadow.
It’s like I’ve fallen in love
Don’t you know?
The whole way through—with you
It’s like I’m in a velvet-Bluebell-dream
With you in my black bird's heart
It’s as if all the birds of June
Built their stick nests, around you
And me too, just to keep us two
Feathered warm together
From the cold lunar moon, morning’s dew
It’s like we’ve lost the coffee pot dark starlight
And found the sunlight decaffeinated
In only us two,
Lighting-up all around us
The whole world through & through
It’s like it’s all been made just for me & you.