And then your palms are open on the sheet Small boats in a quiet room In a quiet room The larger bed across the floor is still Shadows growing into bloom
I hear the question that you will not ask The one about the way she left
He said," My father is the North Star now, A map that never moves." He said," The mother you are missing, child, Left footprints within these grooves."
And ifyou're small and lost in all this dark The fire is right beside your spark Beside your spark
We are stepping from the ledge to catch the wind Above the garden walls The tiled roof is cooling under us While every petal falls
Look up into the ink and silver light Look how the ancient silver signs are yours
And then look atOrion's belt of stone See the dog that follows him No one is ever truly on their own Even when the light gets dim Space is wide but we are wider still
He said," My father is the North Star now, A map that never moves." He said," The mother you are missing, child, Left footprints within these grooves."
And ifyou're small and lost in all this dark The fire is right beside your spark Beside your spark