Lord how I evnvy your hollow bones

mine are made of stone 

how you sing through the world 

while i'm rooted at home 

jealous was I

until I saw you retreat

to the feet of the mountain 

I felt something brush past my heel 

until I found them 

licorice tinted fingertips mingle in the dream of icarus

pardon my ignorance but I dont know the clouds like you do

but to know home is crucial 

rest by my side until your soul is suitable

to stride plane side until you return to the plain side

of my sedimentary spirit while I nure your hollow bones

fly on you beautiful soul