Peace With The Sky

She has her head in the clouds more often
then her feet on the ground.

All that was left was the peace and pieces,
but she didn't mind.

Making truce in the war of dreamers
and everyone else,
She was a enzyme
making everything faster in a molasses slow kiss:

She turned water into wine,
and wine into in the sky.

She reached up and took a bite out of the stars,
let it drip down her chin,
and fall into the palm of the hand.

Nothing in this world is worth
having if we all can't have it.

Rain clouds may bring angel tears,
But She only sees them as tears of joy.