Wood Chips

You are the wood chips on my feet It stings me in satisfaction oh so neat Your childlike memories got me complete I need you and I want you, so take a seat We met in the spiralling spur of the moment We complete each other, my lovely angel so Godsent You changed me in ways I can't undo Can't fathom the crazy things that you do I'm stepping on wood and glass shavings I'm wondering what your precious joy brings I'm stepping on the ground, feeling elevating gravity Knee deep without a sound, feeling myself ascending with glee I want to bring you to your heartfelt home You'll be like a happy-go-lucky garden gnome You are the woodchips of my heart You are the residue of vivacious art You bring me to the swings of delight You heal me with words of wisdom alight Wiping off the dirt from my super tiny toes You are giving me happiness beyond woes Carress me with your clever, ever-swaying ways Crown me with your unique, elegant, royal praise You have given me a million splinters, but I don't mind As long as I can pull them out just fine without becoming blind You sprinkle salt and pepper Upon my distasteful flavor You sprinkle filth and soap Upon these emotions that I find hard to cope If I can smell the roses of your beauty, I would be smothered with eloquent equity If I can taste the honey of your jolly joy, I would adore it and crave it like a toy to a little boy Behave and be brave and walk that walk Soon, you will be a wood piece again Like sand to a mighty rock as you talk that talk You're a butterfly out of its cocoon or a cub out of his den You will be whole as life takes its toll You will be complete Wishing for the same for me and all Now, go above my feet!