Home in the Trees

a song in the key of G

forces of nature that harbor her bright

come in to dance for this Muse's delight

motions engraving in soft lumber bands

fortunes remaining inside of her hands

now i sleep on her once bended knees

and she makes up our home in the trees

a train from Chicago through fields blooming green

bringing the night glow and red back to me

dreaming of farmlands—a golden wheat bed

smooth as my shoulder where she rests her head

and i think of her kissing the breeze

as she climbs to our home in the trees

drive home down M-10, she smiles in the lanes

basking in glories of our grayscale plains

raise up our glass to whatever we are—

more than the glances we made at the bar

now her hands are a beacon for me

while her arms take me home to the trees