One Syllable at a Time

I will eat. 
I will eat from the tree
of you,
fill my gut with your life. 
I will grow
and thrive from the
stuff of you,
yet still
you will be full. 

We will be as one
yet be left as two.
You will be the tree;

I will be the bird,
build my home in you,
let you keep me safe.

And I will keep you safe
will keep away those pests
who haunt you,
will keep you strong
and tall
let you touch your sky.

Day will come
feed us both;
night brings us peace.