comfortable

shake the roots loose from your spine
so that your lungs grow
and the branches all begin to bow
bless the knots that you tied
with the vines throughout night
because its so early in the season
too soon to get swept away with me
when im swinging like a child
under the the influence of a tire
ive got dirty hands and dirty feet
its getting so warm its hard to believe
but im awake&you're on one side
like the stories ive always heard
floating like a silly ghost
way up high in the sky, like a bird
looking down to the ground
where the plants grow up
all over your toes, if you let them
but thats where i saw you first
looking up, just as i was swooping down
&you quickly became the rain
&i was returning you to the clouds
but you'll come back down
with strength from those in slumber
to rejoice&feed the younger of the few
that are at the place where we fell under
a long summer where the storm was unaware
&was gone just as fast as the sun setting
so we stored our drawn out stares
in a box inside our dreams
saying our mouths couldn't speak.