If I have dirt
Buried deep beneath my nails
If I've bathed in soot
Wrapped my intentions round dragon tails
If I have mountains
Dragging far beneath my mast
If condors are the beacons
For this ship made of glass
If I have wild horses
That lead me to the ledge
If they drag me forward
From a voice inside my head
Dress me up in kisses
Dress me in warm touch
Shelter me on your shoulder
Wrap me in lullaby hush
Color me in pastel
From the butterflies in your eyes
Give my ear a whisper
And the heat in your sigh
Be the breath of blue jays
Where once my wings were clipped
Be a little raindrop
On the cracking of my lips
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