She Has Faces

she has faces
 up in her bedroom and they gaze down on her
 guarding her slumber
 a black bead rosary
 under her pillow and when it thunders
 she clutches it tightly
 and she hears
 silence is white,
 sound is black,
 the world is wrapped in a paper sack
 and when i leave i close the door
 to this galaxy of yours
 dropping by
 i open a window
 as the breeze blows in the curtains are butterflies
 and we hear the church bells ring
 out on a hill
 and all of their echoes
 left us singing
 silence is black,
 the room is bright,
 our world is basking in tv light
 and we are laid out on the floor
 of this galaxy of yours
 with all of your heroes waiting
 in paper piles laid on the floor
 i push my paintbrush lightly
 and fill in any empty nail holes
 a dresser top,
 a jewelry box,
 colored tassels tied in knots
 and a porcelain girl danced a music box ballet for us
 and your nightlight is a star,
 or a firefly
 that leads my gaze up to the ceiling
 wondering if you think that it's the sky
 with all of your heroes waiting...
 open the window slightly, pick up paper off the floor
 i hold my paintbrush tightly, and fill in any empty nail holes
 open the window slightly,
 open the window slightly...