Exchange

by DBLevin

Tied down
to a quiet place
a warm whisper of the world
we’d build castles upon
and out there
where the darkness bites back
we’d take to the woods
with nylon strings
in our fingers
just to tie up all the trees
and meet the man dressed in green
who’d hand us green leaves
in exchange for our dreams
all those ideas
we’d wreck whole ships upon
just to see them breathe

Well I’d climb the lighthouse
I’d run the circus ring
and I’d buy your heart out
just to hear you sing