On Your Side

Tending to the bright orange embers Cooling off in late September Pile the woollens high Dream the home that you remember Waking after midnight Gazing out the window The forest up the hillside Has shapes that I don’t know And rolling over on your side The ocean has your back And rolling over on your side You open up the window Washing off in January Early to the evening ferry Drying our clothes inside Having walked through deep rosemary Rising after midnight Stepping out the window The milky way above us Has shapes that I don’t know And rolling over on your side The ocean has your back And rolling over on your side You open up the window And rolling over on your side The ocean has your back And rolling over on your side You open up the window On your side, on your side On your side, on your side