Years I have dwelt
Under earth
Tread over head
Magnetic anomaly
Compass bearing bend

Nights I have glowed
Channelling fury
Fire of echoes
Into soft light
For lantern show

Days I have lain
Wounded in pain
Watching seasons stroll by
Blossoms, fruit and leaves
Butterly arms surround 
To soften, to sleep

Till axis shifts away
Leaning toward you
I am compass
I am moth
I am fruit
Sleep finds me now
Wishing and wanting
Dreams evade
The breadth of years
Laid waste