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