Gravenhurst The Ice Tree
At six in the morning
the ice in the tree
thaws into the millpond
returns to the deep
I caress where my lover
once lay by my side
before i turned inwards
and forced her to fly
We try to connect with
the people outside
they pass through our slumber
like trains in the night
I caress where my lover
once lay by my side
before i turned inwards
and forced her to fly
After the cold night
the raindrops that froze
melt into the thin air
like the footsteps of ghosts
I caress where my lover
once lay by my side
before i turned inwards
and forced her to fly
For she could not know me
for i know not myself
and without understanding
love isn’t enough
