earth does not deserve you.

but what place can?

I shan’t give you the sun, my love

she is too distant, too hot

her brightness and fury would consume your greenwood heart

burn you to a crisp

I won’t give you the stars- those belong in your eyes

I cannot give you space- you draw me in your orbit and I am present in the dizzying vacuum, unchosen or wanted but drawn, drawn, drawn.

I’ll give you the moon, little fisher boy

a place to be, a place to see

the world below

a place to keep you far from me.