Wisteria

And this is where we fall
Sleepers scattered in the soil
A finger deep, dragged through the ground
A blessed thought in harrowed halls

We could think of nothing else
Than what our patch of earth contained
Reminded by our dirt-stained clothes
Of planted possibility

In tender ground, as bare as birth
A shoot emerged from beneath the Earth

Mary, Mary
Tell me how your garden grows
Tell me what it takes to come alive
To see what you have sown
'Cause I've grown into the ground
And there are branches in my bones
I am overgrown
I am overgrown

Between two branches
A rope and tire, we cast
Between two worlds
Each one higher than the last
I chose the air, chose higher still
And left an Eden found
But in abandon, lost my grip
And shattered, chose the ground

In unkept chaos, as bare as birth
A garden, grey of tangled Earth

Mary, Mary
Tell me how your garden grows
Tell me what it takes to come alive
To see what you have sown
'Cause I've grown into the ground
And there are branches in my bones
I am overgrown

I've been lying here too long
The branches pushing me apart
Where weakness showed
Then September swept the overcast aside
Dusted off the winter's curse
As she cut me through like knives

She whistled proudly her season's song
And showed me that I was alive all along

Mary, Mary
Tell me how your garden grows
(Tell me)
Tell me what it takes to come alive
To see what you have sown
'Cause I've grown into the ground
And there are branches in my bones
I am overgrown
I am overgrown