Heaven

I'm falling through the tips of your fingers

And I may land one day among the blessed stars.

An angel in the literal sense to hold my soul
Would seem a blessing to the damned.
The wind-chimes guide me home
And in your arms, the sweet intoxication of a kiss so sweet...
We fall apart into each other's arms
And I have never felt so completely safe.
Heaven sent we are into oblivion,
And dearest, cherubs aren't babies anymore.