Perched on crescent moons afloat
The tired constant tides
Of earthbound seas and crumbling hills
To which awake abides
For dreamy heights
Met deep within
My dreamy brainpan sea
Are best observed from far too high
Than waking lets me be

He builds a wooden box
Then he puts my breath inside
It is safe in there

I wish you were here
Without you I feel too vast
I’ve never met you

Everyday he
Waits upon my anxious step
To knock down my door

I walked out on a limb for you
My fascination with the view
Lead me to my reject my nest
First one foot and then the next
My balance shrill and ill-disposed
Harmonized while wind composed
A tragic song of aching words
That first seemed sweet and then the birds
Realized rootless I had stepped
No wings to right the disconnect
Between the branch and the great tree
The limb it trembled underneath
The quake unseen by your dark head
My faith a testament instead
To cold and unforgiving stone
Far beneath the branch that moaned
Unable to support the weight
Of trusting, willing, twisted faith
My nest was warm and safe and fine
Until your words mingled with mine
And then it seemed an empty mound
Of sticks and twigs so unprofound
That stepping out was only right
My boldness such a blazon sight
And then you sharpened your sweet axe
So swift and fierce was your attack