We Got Married - Jordan Klassen

Reverie, I was born in an old country

And we made a time and a place there

Juxtapose, I was dying to let it go

And throw my name to the water

Then we got married in an old oak boat in the bay

With a guest

Your face was glowing like a javelin in my chest

And you built

A home from nothing but a wiry shell

You built it out of the tree you fell for me

Time would keep, harden all of the heat in me

Like an adult, like a strong man

But we got married in an old oak boat in the bay

And I saw

Your face like fury, and your hands like talons ablaze

So I ran

To fish my skin out of a darkened well

But it had sunk like the old black hell it was