Monarch

Afternoon, when I saw your cocoon hanging silent

Won’t be here in the dark of the year when the light’s spent

And bent over a misshapen earth

Bottled up in a drinking cup, I hold and watch you

As the Summer yawns and Autumn blankets my lawn

What will time do to you?

Restless fingers, clenched fists, now, now, is it time yet?

Raising brows, counting down, now, now, is it time yet?

And when the Summer lifts

And the evenings are brisk, you will turn south

And the same turns

That the monarch learns from the wind’s mouth

Will they lift me?

Morning and the dawn of your wings comes too slowly for me

You tap and you twist, but your tough chrysalis is still holding, it seems

But the trick of the stall is you won’t get out at all without the struggling

You’ve got to be strong 'cause it won’t be long till you’re flying

And when the Summer lifts

And the evenings are brisk, you will turn south

And the same turns

That the monarch learns from the wind’s mouth

Will they lift me?

To see the orange ocean with black and white flickered songs

The dream of meeting brothers that I have never known

Is calling me out

The sea of flame and flutter, the yearn to belong

The first rip in the darkness, and the sense of my home

Is calling me out

Yeah, yeah, is calling me out

Is calling me out

Is calling me out