i'd whisk you away to a winter hideaway
i'd call the snowflakes just to watch them compete with your fading summer freckles
(bless you, frau holle, for shaking your feather bed)
i'd plant a forest just for the right to chop one down for you
i'd burn it down, in tiny pieces, shoved into an ancient stove,
to watch your cheeks find their roses again,
to let your eyes leak their tears until they shined again,
we'd make smoke signals to the sisters and forget all the misters
the squirrels they would scamper,
the bears would play banjos,
the foxes would dance through the trees,
the rabbits would drum - drum, drum, di, drum, drum,
while the owls penned sonnets to the breeze
while alcyone's sleep tamed the wild seas
i'd feather your nest with the seams of the sky
where the wildest ones fly - the blindest, the wisest - like you and like me
let the wheel stop while the sun has her sleep
i'd nestle your head while you weep and you weep
and just as they came, those shadows, they'd creep ... away
for the nymph who taught bees to make their sweet honey,
the sun will once more be ever so sunny
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