“So You Can Only See Beautiful Things”

Where did you come from, bright star?
What heaven did you leap from, dear love?
How can I say your name
Without the sound of Autumn
Underneath my tongue?

How can I ever speak again with this mouth
When it has found where it belongs
When you touch me, I am a bed of calla lilies
I will build a house and fill it with evergreens
I will paint sunsets on every wall
So you can only see beautiful things.

– Excerpted from “Dear One” by Mary Lambert
(from her 2014 album, Heart on My Sleeve)

See also the related Wild Reed posts:
• Skylight
• November Musings
• Saaxiib Qurux Badan – November 18, 2020
• Today I Will Be Still
• Morning Light
• It’s You
• The Landscape Is a Mirror
• Out and About – Spring 2020
• Family Time in Guruk . . . and Glimpses of Somaliland
• Somalia Bound
• My Love, “Return to the Root of the Root of Your Own Soul”
• Saaxiib Qurux Badan – July 14, 2019
• Amidst Mississippi Reflections and Forest Green
• With Sunset Reflections and Jet Trail
• Saaxiib Qurux Badan – April 16, 2019
• In This In-Between Time
• Saaxiib Qurux Badan – March 29, 2019

Images: Saaxiib Qurux Badan (“Beautiful Friend”) and beautiful things, Minneapolis, MN – Michael J. Bayly (1/30/21).