I was born in the untame wild
And the night taught me one thing:
The home I hold is Deep and Deep
Its blue and bold and moonbeam-steeped.
I built it up with sticks and stones
And ocean bones
And heart debris.
And no small force
Could come in here
and break the lamp,
and take the things.
The moon is singing in my ear.
I build my home.
I grow my wings.