Therese Gramercy . . . the girl named Trees


Sky Love

If the clear blue sky were for sale,
would you buy it just for me?
If I asked you for a prayer,
would you say it instantly?

If I told you that I used to live upon a star,
would you think that I had gone mad?
If I rejoiced in the simplest of life’s offerings,
would my child essence make you glad?

If I told you my most humbling thoughts,
would you cherish them for awhile?
If I were too sad to sing a song of love,
would you settle for my smile?

If you owned a Gramercy Park key,
would you give me the chance to make it mine?
If I gave you my broken heart,
would you promise you would heal it and keep it for all time?