the queen's rebuke / the crossing

i'm made of bones

of the branches

the boughs and the brow-beating light

while my feet are the trunks and my head is the canopy high

and my fingers extend to the leaves and the eaves and the bright

brightest shine

it's my shine

and he was a baby abandoned

entombed in a cradle of clay

and i was the soul who took pity and stole him away

and gave him the form of a fawn to inhabit by day

brightest day

it's my day

and you have removed this temptation that's troubled my innocent child

to abduct and abuse and to render her rift and defiled

but the river is deep to the banks and the water is wild

i will fly you to the far side