The Earth Just Keeps Spinning

I know a ghost who's made of trees.
I visit him with memories of when he could breathe.
He opens his mouth in hopes of rebirth
He opens his mouth but there's nothing but earth.

I know a bird who's made of stone
I visit him with memories of blood and of bone
He opens his mouth in hopes to sing
He opens his mouth but there's nothing but trees

I know a girl who's made of glass
I visit her with memories from the past
She opens her mouth in hopes of home
She opens her mouth but there's nothing but stone.

I know a boy who was made from dirt
A breath from God, he forms the earth
He opens his mouth but he's never sure.
He opens his mouth but there's nothing but her.

Happy Anniversary

There are charcoal suns
Compassionate, bewildering beasts
That stomp through corners with righteous fury.
But when put to sleep,
It is the thunder from your ocean that lulls me to meet them.
You once told me I was the light spilling between cracks in the shutter.
But I am merely
moonlight.
I may only gain my light from you.
It is the interaction of these,
that gives the world a reason to look up.