I wonder what could have rent you so asunder,
screaming like you’d seen the miracles of God,
while I watched with sudden fragile wonder
as your towers toppled right onto my lawn
but Love I’m just a vagrant’s shadow,
forgotten underneath the heel of passing time,
wandering from frozen field to flaming meadow
as a dozen birds wheel their thoughts across the sky.

I wonder what you think you’re wielding.
Is it some kind of strength deep in your soul?
Or have the clouds become a ceiling
that leaves you searching for a hole?
Love, I think you’ve lost your balance
but I hope that it leads to your rebirth
‘cause you created seven kinds of silence
when you left to burrow back into the earth.