Old friend, would you wrap your branches

around my tired feet?

So that my steps won’t hurry back to him?

And would you weave a silky spider web

around my heart?

So that its beatings wouldn’t hurt that much?

Would you save me once again, old friend?

Lay down my body onto a bed of leaves,

Sing me your cheerful lullabies,

So I could cry instead of burning.

Then I could sleep into your wooden arms

and play pretend I am a fairy

and you -old friend of mine- my vivid heart.