Up You Go, Little Smoke

Go to sleep, my little pink-eyed daughter
Hush now
All is sewn
My daughter
All that bleeds is wind and reeds
My daughter
Dreams of clouds opening clean
Drifting forth in fearless flight
Songs and sweet on you can hear them now
We pray for forgiveness
I only reap what my father sowed
Brother, sisters, we bowed
Every little bump under his flesh
Our backs are wilted like a rose
How was I to know we were only throwing stones
Once only Romy and I traveled to find my heart
Beating rough, as the earth’s glass mountain
Like maggots, they poured from the dog oh how
Bright lavas poured from the other one
Bright lavas poured from the other one
Hold now, I see through the foliage
A smoke that is homesick and wrong
I know there’s songs in the college
Bright lavas poured, from the other one
Bright lavas poured, from the other one
Hide behind the bookshelves
Hide with all your might
Might you
Sit between the veils
And transcend into light