Wisteria

This is where we fall, sleepers scattered in the soil
 A finger deep, dragged through the ground
 A blessed thought in harrowed halls
 We could think of nothing else but what our patch of earth contained
 Reminded by our dirt-stained clothes of planted possibility
 In tender ground, as bare as birth
 A shoot emerged from beneath the earth
 Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows
 Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have sown
 Because I've grown into the ground and there are branches in my bones
 I am overgrown
 I am overgrown
 Between two branches
 Rope and tire we cast
 Between two worlds
 Each one higher than the last
 I chose the air, chose higher still
 And left an Eden found
 But in abandon, lost my grip
 And shattered, chose the ground
 In unkept chaos, as bare as birth
 A garden, grey, of tangled earth
 Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows
 Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have sown
 Because I've grown into the ground and there are branches in my bones
 I am overgrown
 I've been lying here too long
 The branches pushing me apart where weakness showed
 But then September swept the overcast aside
 Dusted off the winter's curse
 And she cut me through like knives
 She whistled proudly her season's song
 And showed me that I was alive all along
 Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows
 Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have sown
 Because I've grown into the ground and there are branches in my bones
 I am overgrown
 I am overgrown