Katla

dreamed i was her only child
wrapped in burning blankets
on the ice
licked clean of spoiled honey
from a distant rotten hive
a boy like me can only dare to try
to be seen
but the vision was wrong
i sold it for a song
its colours were out of key
horses charging the bay
aflame
all the small lights swept away
i’m ready to see you now
i’m ready to see
in the path of her last false start
no one’s holding their breath
all we have are these pounding hearts
and whatever comes next
dreamed i was a lonely lake
wrapped in quiet miles of unmapped space
from cradle to caldera
passing notes from cage to cage
a bird like me can only dare to try
to fly free
in the eye of the song
i’m already gone
but maybe i won’t draw your fire
singing your name
because i’ve loved you from far away
but it’s only far away
i’m ready to see