Dandelion Hill

I took an angel
up to dandelion hill,
where the world is bright
and imperfection is thrill.

The wind was right,
sweet and warm;
grass so soft,
tensing for the storm.

Every word hung soft
on the thin, good air,
so i took my angel
up to there.

The world was alive,
and the sun set bright.
Glistening stars
swirled through the velvet night.

But dandelion hill
wasn't ever good enough,
and my angel flew away
taking some of my love.

The world crashed down.
Sky fell on dandelion hill.
Taking the sweetness,
taking the thrill.

Bright black boxes with secrets,
letters hidden in despair.
Waiting, wishing for my angel...
waiting for her there.

I took my dear angel
up to dandelion hill;
she gave me new life,
but without her it's still.