God's Small Song

I will wake up tomorrow

I have tended to God's small song

And to Love's small song

And closed my eyes to sleep so longAnd tonight I'll go

Into all of the places that you love

That is my place here

To have been in thoseI will wake up tomorrow

I have amended some of the things

That some actions bring

And closed the head to be with youIn each eye there is an apple

Buried there before the eye

And out of sockets come the branches

And from the branches dangle I