The Cellar Door
Ground
I long to be somebody's ground– A rock for those weak wings to wait on– The final sigh after days of restless air-hanging ways, Like some turbulent moon-ridden girl. Turbulent moon-ridden girl All full of the dew dreams, You sleep on. The air is charged with your love, Electric majesty of another Miracle mastering May. I long to be somebody's ground; Leave the open sky and rest your wings; And after days of restless air hanging ways, Wait, O won't you wait and rest your wings.
From Letras Mania