Every night I burn for you
In an alley or hobo bonfire, I arise from the flames to keep you warm.

Every night I follow you to protect you from the things you can not see.
The things you do not know.

For every night with every lighter spark or hobo fire I burn for you.

Too destructive to touch you, I'd not risk causing you harm.
I work in my own way to be close to you.

Every night I paint your picture to gaze on you as my heart cries for you.

Then I turn to ash and follow you by every match strike or hobo fire.

Every bonfire I am there to watch over you.

My warmth will fight the cold off, my light will hold back the dark and I will consume the growth so that greener grass can grow for you.

Every night I paint your picture, then turn to ash when I go to touch you.

So I stick to my fire and flames, I'll fight for you I'll protect you and when the sun rises I am extinguished until you need me again.

When they find my home they'll find a painting of you and a pile of ash, you'll know I was here and you'll be sad you missed me because you remember the last time I kissed you.

Daughter of mine, I was not around then, so I must be around now in my own way.

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how can you say you know me
when you’ve only seen my skin
and not the untamed world i hide
thats growing deep within
you haven’t heard my ribs all creak
behind each plaited vine
or swum beneath the waterfall
that cascades down my spine
you’ve not been here for long enough
to watch a new life start
or find the run-down cattle
lying just inside my heart
you haven’t climbed the branches
that are wrapped around each lung
swaying with the breezes
that come dancing past my tongue
don’t mark me with your footprints
if you plan to leave soon
and only want to know me
when my plants are in bloom
because the birdsong might be pretty
but its not for you they sing
and if you don’t think my winter is too cold
you don’t deserve my spring