Hung from a Tree - Thief

I had waited all night

For the dying light

You wrapped your lips around mine

As my soul laid supine

I pulled down the moon

But the sky fell down too

Its the most beautiful gift to be given sorrow

She suspended the earth and created water

I sail through my dripping ribcage

The way lit by your effigy

I am dreaming of you screaming «wake up»

I am the Tree that I hang from

To receive this gift I let go