How long till a rosebush
Burns my heart inside out
How long till a mirror’s crack
Reflects the nest of lizards
You tried to hide
How long till punctured leaves
Have soaked all
Water from my pond
Water from my pond
How many times
Will I walk the thread
The trunk of your tree house
Will I wake you
The mob waits outside
To burn down your roof
To chop down your branches
I write your name
Into a frozen river
A dream of spring
You speak of winter
Collected some leaves
A booklet of grief
For the birds
That lost their wings
A stormy night
A dried out lake
Who has the right
To call a soul worth less
My thread is endless
Your trunk is so wide
