The Crane Takes Flight

oceans lay between us and the things we think we need,
but i've known many who would gladly swim to get to where you are.
always more together than the ones you think are better off,
but darling, o one's made it half as far.
and it's so hard.
and i know how hard.
and i know how hard to pursue,
when you're just not breaking through,
but don't you let them tell you that you're wrong.
you're either thinning like the fog upon the marshy tidal bog
as the crane takes flight, and she sings her silent song
or spinning like a hurricane they've not yet used your name
but i'm left wondering, why is it taking so long
and it's so hard.
and i know how hard.
and i know how hard to pursue,
when you're just not breaking through,
but don't you let them tell you that you're wrong.
living around in the space that you found
if it finally fits for you
and you're strong at the helm
but you're still overwhelmed by all the painting left to do.
everything's calm in the half-light of dawn
but the morning will bring no peace,
'coz you'll never be done with the work you've begun,
even in moments of relief.
grapling with time
at the mercury line as the afternoon sun gets hot
and you'll always be far from the things that you are
'coz there's so much that you're not.
so move it around, check your depth with a sounding,
your map reference 'gainst the stars.
and your work and your home,
like your clothes, are your own, like your skin and like your scars.
i told you they've had power all along,
so dont you let you tell you that you're wrong.