There is an Oak and then there is You

15/08/21 

I walk drunken on a tightrope

between two kinds of love

both red, one wooden

one left, both real

hesitant always hesitant

In wonder of all the differences

between an oak and a feather

but the coward declares

there is no hierarchy

Both are too distant

In the case of falling, failing

-        too thin or too mortal

and both could suffocate

in the case of flying, fraying

Yet they haunt still

these two whispers

though there really is no difference

no hierarchy at all

between loving an oak or a feather

or you