Carried away

I’ll watch the clouds for a little while longer,

Until I feel I can take on the day.

When you don’t find me home,

Ask the birds where they’ve carried me away.

And when they take you to where I lay,

Ask the sun where my foot steps will lead.

She will show you the path I’ve taken,

A grander trail will begin ahead.

If you make it through tall pine, thistle and weed —

There you will find me.

In the water, where we can lay together,

Until you’re ready to take on the day.