Louise

Braid your pretty fingers into mine, cat’s cradle

Stretch your arms overhead too far

Arch them into a doorway to that impossible blue

You slip through unafraid to a much darker shade

That’s the color of your name, Louise

We’ll make a steak knife’s journey to the center of a hornets’ nest

And emerge through the doorway of that impossible blue

Where the day turns to night and the night into morning

Our silhouettes resplendent, now formidable 3-D

That’s the powеr, that is the power

That is the powеr of our love, Louise

I never knew and so I weep

That you could hold a piece of light

That you believed into being

Believed to life and let it breathe

So braid your pretty fingers into mine

Darling, darling