Hunting My Dress

and the tall trees all have fell downand they scattered seeds on the groundand one is lost and one is foundwater is moving undergroundwhen i was a young girli would sleep in a tall treeon the down of bending boughsand from the mount of his shouldersi would traverse the valleysthrough his dusk and dawning eyesi will let you inside the door to my arrowand you will wear my bones and my skinhunting my dresslove is ruthlessand in the nest from the foresti would carry an emberand with a burning heart wed walkand when he asks me to rest with himi would lay down my fireand in that heart wed sing and talki am a racoonand you are an owli will run from you in the middle of the nightand we will stike a truce in the the billowing towerand well eclipse the moon with a fire lighthunting my dresslove is ruthlessyou love me in my dreamsits easier when im fast asleepbut i dont want you to come to me anymorethe river bed has married meso i dont want you to come to me anymoreand out of ashes comes morningand the rich will love bathingin the pools at bridal fallsand from the mouth of my loveri will drink of the riverand kiss his jade and marble wallsyou have spilled the red from my heart with your arrowand you will make my bed under the red grassand i will give my flesh and my blood and my marrowand you will wear my bones and my skinhunting my dresslove is ruthlessand the tall trees all fell downand they scattered seeds on the groundone is lost and one is foundwater is moving undergroundand youre the one who showed to me the skyits so much mmore than you and i and darling i wish i had the timethe river is whispering goodbyebyebye