NOCTUOIDEA

...out in the garden where we planted the seeds
there is a tree as old as me
branches were sewn by the color of green
ground had arose and passed it's knees

by the cracks of the skin i climbed to the top
i climbed the tree to see the world
when the gusts came around to blow me down
i held on as tightly as you held onto me
i held on as tightly as you held onto me

and i built a home
for you
for me
until it disappeared
from me
from you

and now it's time to leave
and turn to dust...