Your lit like a cigarette
A city in a valley
When the sun hangs it's hat for the day.
The caterpillar waiting
For his chance to spring
Because timing is everything and it's coming my way.
You're anticipating our realizing:
We.
Have.
Wings.

You will come like a stream
Saturating all you see
Gurgling so joyously.
You will love like the light of day
Kissing all our fears away
We become loving runaways.

I've become a bird
I wear the mask of a fox
Trying to be more clever than before.
When you take my mask away,
I'll become the boy who's treasure hunting still
Or a hermit, knowing he's soil to be tilled.
You're anticipating for me to know:
I.
Am.
Nothing.

You will come like the simple breeze
We don't know why you won't stay
Or where you choose to run away from.
You will love the least of these.
Fools will see their majesty!
And Rich men will turn jesterly!

What a wonderful thing to be
In a kingdom so foreign to me.
A love that won't turn me away!
I will see my ability
To rejoice in all my great failings
And dance with two left feet and sing:

I'm a man of dirt and nothing,
While you are almost anything.
My friends, my kin, my everyone
Is nothing to the shining sun.
Who beams no matter how we shine
And lights our rooms so we may dine.
Take you sceptor made of twigs
And show me life, oh Humble King.

Or you might be a spider
And it's web away from home.
Or the cloud that I find me in
And knowing I'm a fool.
But maybe you're like hope
And we may all be silly folk,
Thinking we can dance and leave war behind.