little bells

your savage beauty
like a sharp needle and thread
ripped at my heart and
stole away my head
it left a red haired ghost
resting on my mattress
where my arm reached across
for a simple caress
we read aloud great poetry
inside the pulsing of our star
but there was always silence
when i asked you who you are

almost time for the rising moon
the dawn would come much too soon
we ran across a field of perfect flowers
stumbling into a symphony for hours
stood and heard the singing of little bells
awoke, felt the stinging of little hells