love is a place

there's spring in the air;
they're sweeping the streets.
wind is a breeze...
the sun becomes her, he agrees.

what's holding up her face?
nothing but blue skies...
passageways to windows
that don't close.

where do you live?
love is a place.
where are you from?
she says, "ask yourself, ask anyone."

what's holding up her face:
nothing but blue skies...
passageways the mind's eye
contemplates.