Bloom

I guess this is heaven, I hope it’s just like the song
At a book fair in fall, alone in a church parking lot
It’s not art, it’s something much smaller than that
Then I felt it’s bloom, different shades of blue
The static swelled in me right
I closed my eyes and wanted to cry
It’s not art, it’s something much softer than that
It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt
And probably ever seen