the Locksmith of my heart

SO OLD!

Like little balloons fleeing towards the unbound sky 

my soul will lift towards the locksmith of my heart.

He’ll be there waiting key in hand ready to hold me once again,

 

 He will be imperturbably silently sitting under a willow tree 

waiting for my turn to walk in the place of heaven,

 under the bowing tree he will lie shaded with its flowering grace 

while a dainty petal dances around his face.

 

He’ll wait for me from dawn to dusk 

never collapsing from the sure weight 

of exhaustion that lay hoisted upon his shoulders.

He will be there, 

he would never leave until my hand was once again intertwined with his own.

 Until the day I die,

He’ll be there waiting for me

in the kingdom of the sky.