poppy

there's a man inside my boy and a boy inside my man

a girl inside the room, she's singing

a cherry tree outside with a cherry on a limb

not afraid to go out on a 

ride against the wind

i've seen a child in my dreams and dreamed a thousand other things

they mingle with the seedlings in the garden

a fallen peach, a silky plum, a rose unfold then come undone

i've watched the center of a poppy harden

i've licked the skin and sipped the tea

called from the boy the man in me

i've played the music while she danced

and touched the limb and grabbed the chance

there's a picture in my house and a home inside my head

a banjo and a guitar in the corner

a feather in a jar that flew in from afar

it landed in the snow that fell last winter

but i brought you here to show you, not to tell you

i brought you here to show you not to tell you

can you see the wings of the bird who must have flown

can you see the bowls in the cupboards in my home

are the orange of the peach and the purple of the plum

like the boy and the girl and the man in the song

we have it all inside us

a great, long, rhyming tune

we are a verdant garden and the rose when it's in bloom

we are the fallen petals

that rise to touch the wind

we are the dreams we have of children

and a thousand other things

there's a lady in my breast that beats inside my chest

a man who stands and watches as she changes

two trees in the back yard with a hammock in between

to rock us as the world around us rages...