The Wooden Sky

I dreamt last night that you were making love to a bird you swore you'd given up, oh how I woke up shaking. The wolves kept watch on the wind outside and I kept my eyes towards a wooden sky, there would be no escaping. The rent we'd sworn would be enough to blind a love that had somehow fallen short was now overdue. I held your breath trying to get you high, heard your lovers song as it filled the night. I fired two shots into the sky and kept one for you. The fire burned bright right above our bed and kept us up all night trying to make amends. Oh child our call is in vain and I'm onto you. I awoke to find that the time had come to leave behind this mess that we'd once called home well tonight this child of god will be forced to choose.

It was at the sight of the hands of a working man outside my window and a voice in my head that spoke of making plans so clear and simple. I kept one for you.