I am a wall you carve your name into
A stencil in time and motioning hands
Beckon me forward
Call me as though my ears were formed to know your voice
And music could not exist without your skin
I am a ship in open ocean
Battered and bruised by belligerent waves
Carry me under
I am in current meant to wash your star-lit shore
And your island is my earth

My star cannot shine
Unless your eyes can see
My seas are your words
My gold is your dirt
My sun is your hope
My heart is yours

My gold is your dirt
I am the son of the soil
And you the seed
May these roots of sycamore grow
And reach your vision
I am a star only if your universe allows

I am an empty desire and an early death
An unmarked grave
In a battle ground
An unknown soldier spilling blood to win your war
I could never give my life
I never was alive

Except for you

My gold is your dirt
The land your feet will walk on
I will worship the sidewalk
And love a ghost of memory
Never forgetting a shade of blue
I place nothing above you