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... 

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