The Edge of What Could Be

In the middle of the woods, in between roads and wolves
There is a place of cool calm and deep, a place where promises you keep
Locked up so tight behind iron lock and key, that is where she said she’d meet me
She said she knew the way and how to keep the bears at bay
She said she’d be there waiting to cure my hunger and longing
She told me not to come alone
 
In the middle of my body, fluttering madly like a chickadee
There is an empty space, she said she knew the code to open that place
Locked up so tight behind iron lock and key, that is where she said she’d meet me
She said to bring him with me and together we would all be wildly free
She met us there and took our hands to help us across the badlands
She kissed my cheek and smiled so
 
In the middle of my soul, they discovered a gaping hole
There you can see the tatters, the well-worn edges and broken pieces shattered
Locked up so tight behind iron lock and key, that is where she said she’d meet me
He said he’d let her show the way, no matter what that cost may weigh
He said she could find my peace, and she could heal my longing, make it cease
He was holding my hand but he let go
 
In the middle of my heart, they uncovered the place for the jumpstart
There in the pumping moving parts, buried and nestled in so deep it hurts
Locked up so tight behind iron lock and key, that is where she said she’d meet me
They put their hands in, past the blood and bones and skin
They shocked my system and I stopped breathing, now is the time for hope and healing
They hit restart so I could glow
 
In the middle of my life, between childhood and old age, after husband and wife
There is now a warmth, no a fire, burning wildly in the shire
No longer locked up tight behind lock and key, that is where she met me
She stood in the fire for as long as it took, letting me drink in her body, her look
She held out her hand to take me away to her side of the broken bay
She told me she was glad I didn’t come alone
 
In the middle of this world, something soft and green unfurled
There like a young fern, reaching slowly for the sun’s hot burn
The lock is broken, now rust and crumbs, the key a lasting token
They showed me the way together, brown eyes, blond curls, touch of a feather
They allowed me to be me, move about for love so wild and free
They watered the seed so it could grow