Bubbles

Take an axe to your past

To your family tree

Carve a face from the wood

An effigy

Make wings from the leaves

Hide from the bark

Kindling

for the hair

Rose for his heart

Someone to draw you right

Someone to catch the light

Draw the blue from the skies

into his eyes

Carve the lines on his face

A map of the race

Juice from the root of a beet for his skin

Set the tides

of the blood

with the pulse of the drum

Someone to draw you right

Someone to catch the light

I'm alive

I'm alive

Wash the boy in the stream

So tenderly

Press his lips to your lips

Give him your breath

He awakes with the weight

of the vision he holds

Sees the rent in time

through which he must fold

Someone to draw you right

Someone to catch the light

I'm alive

I'm alive

Stir the heart with a drum

Kiss smoke in his mouth

Show him signs of a life

That's a whole lot better

And he calls down the rain

Tornadoes & hurricanes

There's a world in his veins

That's a whole lot better

I'm alive

I'm alive

Fingers raised to the sky

A snake for a spine

He's drunk on a life

That's a whole lot better

Teach him songs of the bees

Double helix and honey comb

Play him wind through the leaves

That's a whole lot better