Eyes open to woes The cawing of kids like ghosts Creeps over me The fingers through hair The trickle of tiny tears The cracks in our speech
And there in your room She changes your life with tubes And gargles and glee In front of these eyes Of tired and aching hearts Where she could have been
In the sea tides hold me On the air wings fold around me
A lion a lamb A song that brings breathing back To colourless lips You need to be red And belong to a mouth that moves And touches your head
Which covers your brain Which translates the sounds he make To words that you keep Wrote down in verse Under the place you sleep lightly Where he used to be
In the sea tides hold me On the air wings fold around me
There in your womb There is a child that blooms into a tree A stretch of an arm Your voice keeps me safe from harm A girl in the sea I watched as she swam further away from land Onto the breeze There on the sand an imprint of someone's hand Mine fits perfectly