Peregrine

I’m leaving here tomorrow
For a place I don’t exist
Where I claim to burn my sorrow
And my heart don’t beat the heaviest
I fold my worries over
Light 'em up under your moon
Now that wings sprout from their shoulders
So they can worry me all the way back to you
No, I don’t mean to upset you
And my windy words are meager
On an island set to perish or be rescued
I’m not espoused to either
That day even the sun was afraid
And the weight you carried
So you saluted every ghost you’ve ever prayed to
Then buried it where bones are buried
So as our grief falls flat and hollow
Upon a billion blooded seas
All our worst ideas are borrowed
You do and don’t belong to me