Many folks are just like cities
Built by someone else's hands
But you, my dear, will be there when they crumble
And every place I look in you I find
Another perfect scene
Full of canyons, moss, and birdsongs in the mornings
I know home is not the boards
Or the floor, or the cupboards
Or the countertops or doors
Home is when you're singing and your face contorts
And every place I look in you I find
Another perfect dream
Full of everything that shimmers in the sunbeams
My roots of cedar
Your skin of birch
Natural and free and anchored deeply in the earthy dirt beneath
I can see you in the sea
You are the crash upon the shore
You are every fish and every algae
And every place I look in you I find
Another place to sleep
Another wish to hold you as you're breathing
And I am far from overwhelmed by yo
Honey, I am wrapped in peace
For I could never tire of your eyes on me
And I believe that we could build a home
The perfect place to keep
Nestled in the Words that stay behind our teeth
My roots of cedar
Your skin of birch
Natural and free and anchored deeply in the earthy dirt beneath