Three Little Words 

"Green pastures was just a technicolor movie" 

and I see them all groovy.

I smile up at the blue sky 

and my mind begins to fly

to a place where we meet 

and we embrace like trees

whose seeds are planted like two feet

tied together by ropes of reveries 

and then we just stare into each other's eyes.

There's nothing else in the world that could possibly matter.

Not a test, not a report, not a standard to meet. 

just the hourglass on its side