I wrote this almost two years ago, and it's been ringing in my head again.
You've been growing a garden of stars in your eyes
and your harvests will show full of light
You've been tending your courage and strengthening ties
and your song reaches yet untold heights
Like a sailor on land, far too many nights
you're writhing and wrenching for freedom and flight
Because eyes full of fire already apprise
then propel into darkness, brightly to sigh.