I Lie

I lie all day, 

My eyes open, my legs hurt

My instincts sharp, my mouth shut

I look through the window, the golden crop

A glistening sun and swindling tree tops

I lie all day on the highest floor

Of a house built by my sons, so much more

They come and they smile

They talk about progresses in miles

The rabbits of the new generation

Fathered by a tortoise. 

My wife smiles, her face comforts like the winter sun

Unlike me she has her eyes closed

Basking in the glory of her sons. 

The sweet winds that once blew now splash salt

And in the rains the damp grows

The big house that my sons have built

Have no straws or thatch

Yet, yet, to my house of mud it's no match

I made a nest and my sons a cage of gold

For me honesty ruled for them it is sold

Limits broken, thresholds crossed and sinned

I lie all day on the highest floor I have ever seen

Till one day I close my eyes, 

And the clouds rumble and sigh

I lie on the bed and to my heart I lie.