I float through that old worn orchard
Memories heavy in my mind
Like a seagull seeking land
When a storm lurks from behind

There are places I never really left
A slice of my heart slips
Through the cracks of my chest
And it blends with the dirt
Where it seldom gets rest

I float through my dreams
Half awake, half awake
For a moment I am lost
Swept by tears
Snared by ghosts

A towel, a cup, a wall
An element of twisted control
There was dirt
In that ancient weary home
But a songbird
Crept into my chest
Shook me softly
And built there a nest