Unsure But Certain, Too
Lava in my head
Feathers in my feet
Such a funny life
When god is out of reach
And there's nothing in my soul
My soul is sinking deep
Deep into a hole
Dug by children at the beach
And that is where i met you
Playful and aware
The moon was loudly shining
You had feathers in your hair
And your walking stick was dragging
Tired from the dance
You poked yourself into my hole
And dug deeper with your hands
And o, the light! So blinding!
When you swallowed up my soul
But it's warm here in the cradle
Of your stomach's selfless glow--
Now together waiting;
Unsure but certain, too
Yes it's warm here in the essence
Of the mess i have with you