It's the sunny Tuesday
That I almost died
It snowed today
But I don't remember the weather back then
There's proof in the time
Truth between the lines
That I must be better now
But there's words in the air
Tangled in the storm clouds
Telling me I've lied

Love the way
She's so rumpled
Crumpled from the hours
Spent on
The back of the couch

She does so much for me
Birthed me and took me
Out to see the sun
Raised me in a meadow
Of daisies and green
Lulled me to sleep
In the shady wake
Of a weeping willow tree
Those gnarled roots
And twisted tongues
Of emerald flame
Will never not
Be home to me
She is gone
Or perhaps I am
Still there are sights
Of her shadow
Long off in the woods
I am just a burden
On her gentle
Nymph's hand