Zephyrus

What do you find within the lines of distant suns
And their systems, where I come up empty?
What if those painted songs of heroes or the moon?
Herculean, pulling a half of me?
Are we not threaded by the same weave of the wind?
Terra firma and unparted sea?
Whether by accident or fortune, you and I
We are matter and it matters

I want to spin something out of nothing
Lead to gold, spring from winter
Story from moted sky

I wanna help mother up an orchard
From a seed up through sapling
Daughter phoenix, rise
The way they encourage one another
To push high and touch the sunlight
Against their tender leaves

They'll be full-grown before you know it
And as I breathe, so does she
We are breathing

So let me meltdown like mountain glaciers
Break the bonds I've been holding onto
Let 'em soften me 'til every part that I am made of
Waters deep to the roots of something greener