Heavenly Days

Adorn by miles and years

like paths carved in faces by tears

the sun in rear windows

and 60 while the wind blows

the serpent coils around these old fears

oh these feel like heavenly days

the home and the view will fade out

February is burning in the South

the stars are all diamonds

through red hills and green islands

the scene dances swift through her hair

oh these feel like heavenly days