I thought we were quite close
The last six months beg to differ

You are a vast cliff face
But I am a falcon
And where many see a dull rocky drop
I see layers of beautiful mossy stone
Carved by millions of years of rushing water
You are life and you are death
Souls ****** themselves from your jagged maw
While I bring forth new life in those same stones
Where broken men lie in the lapping water
You clothe, and shelter me in a cloak of feathers
That matches the shade of your stunning charcoal halls

I could taste rushing waters on her lips
On yours I found only dust
But even still you wonder why
I favor the river over it's bed

We could have travelled the world on the seas
But  we were wrecked and sunk by desperation
Now only dreams can unfurl our sails

I'm glad they make you feel this way
I'm sorry that I never could

If she's Medusa, I am stone

I have mended my many torn stitches
I know so many who need a seamstress
I always pull out my needle and thread
But my stitches keep coming loose again