Intimate

When we wake we seem to scrape the sleep out of our tired bones

And wake our wondrous fate;

The day will lie upon,

Upon our weary thrones.

As we lay here the fire in our arms it douses

'Til the ash of our skin it glows, and glows, and glows again

Inside our houses. 

 

Nose to nose I unfold.

(If you will fall, I’ll catch you. With every breath I have and more.)

Burn the bridge that leads us home.

(If through the flames you're hidden, I’ll take your hand and lead you on.) 

We will go to the unknown.

(Into the woods I’ll lead you. This is the place we’ll make our home.)

Walk hand in hand into the storm.

 

When we wake we seem to scrape the sleep out of our tired bones.