Cocoon

We felt the calm air stirring
Wonder if some day we’ll do it all again
It seems a long time coming
From inside my den
I feel a great swarm crawling
As though my head strings tunnels up and over the moon
I feel an old voice calling
This sick and dry cocoon

Before I find my way
I’m never coming back

We’ve heard the things that follow
Seen the way things cut off staring over a pen
Reticently swallow, burrow deep within
Before we find our shells in sway
Let’s hope for more than words can say

Before I find my way
But still that voice echoes

We’ve tuned our heads to the climb
For years we’ve cultivated
Awaiting clemency with no reply
I don’t know why I waited

Before I find my way
I’m never coming back