Nest Of Straw

if i make you a nest of straw,
and a firepit of mud...
and we make love in the moonlight,
in perfect rhythm with the wind,
will the silence know your name?

and when you arise with the dawn,
and step to the edge
to try your wings...
will you look back
just for an instant?
will you leave a tear
on a budding leaf?

and if by faith i believe,
in spite of, despite of....
and give you the body of my soul...
will you leave a marker by my grave?