Boys in the Trees
I'm home again in my old narrow bedWhere I grew tall and my feet hung over the endThe low beam room with the window looking outOn the soft summer gardenWhere the boys grew in the trees
Here I grew guiltyAnd no one was at faultFrightened by the power in every innocent thoughtAnd the silent understanding passing downFrom daughter to daughterLet the boys grow in the trees
Do you go to them or do you let them come to youDo you stand in back afraid that you'll intrudeDeny yourself and hope someone will seeAnd live like a flowerWhile the boys grew in the trees
Last night I slept in sheets the color of fireTonight I lie alone again and curse my own desiresSentenced first to burn and then to freezeAnd watch by the windowWhere the boys grew in the trees