Wild Things

I have no master
Wild things do not serve
Sow and reap again
I will become what I deserve

You won't find what you seek
Walking on another's path
Calling out to summer
Snows fiery aftermath

The leaves are falling
Like the masks of old friends
The skies are glowing
Is where the love ends

The wind is calling
Slipping through fingers
She whispers for the calm
Lost on the ghost that lingers

No place like home
Two eyes in the light
I miss the islands
Deep eyes in the night

Feet on the ground
Ferrying stones in my chest
Gazing icily at me
It's all for the best

Look into my husk
Like there's no one around you
I knew what I'd lose
The second that I found you

Holding space against
The things that you let in
Holding your own against
The people you let win