Your eyes close thick with slumber well,
The winter must've pulled you under
Ice cracks, fish jumps
I give you to the river to take you home
Daughter of the water now you are weightless shapeless
And I am a tree, leaves grown from my fingertips
Roots anchor
From my
Phoebe
Grounded soles dusty boots,
I found you with a story on the soles of your shoes
And you read the lines from my face
Gave me the gift of your mothers graces
And you had on different colored laces
You'd drawn smailey faces on the rubber
You showed me the power of the words of others,
I told you bout the slumber of my mother
And the sorrow and how it echoes
Your eyes close thick with slumber well,
The winter must've pulled you under
Ice cracks, fish jumps
I give you to the river to take you home
Daughter of the water now you are weightless shapeless
And I am a tree, leaves grown from my fingertips
Roots anchor
From my
Phoebe
Now I watch lovers as they surrender themselves beneath my branches
In the shade of my leaves
The world pulls heavy whilst love rotates beneath my roots
Sometimes it tickles and reminds me that I change
I change with the seasons no matter how still I stand I am daughter of this world and I will make breath when I meet death I'm sure your fingers will come
To collect me
And then I'll echo, just like you echo.