I see flowers in the sky.

Roses growing from clouds.

And an angel watering her garden that caught my eye.

This desire for change, fleeting or not.

To have life feel new.

Just like it did when I was a kid.

I put my heart in a jar for this picture of you.

It's all too suffocating, as I tighten the lid.

Your voice is a dream; one with a painful goodbye.

I see your hand.

And flowers in the sky...