An Ivory Timber

No longer…. Am I standing on the shelf..
Nor am I going to walk upon the walls…
Whilst the ceiling above me….Hangs itself..
Nor will my home be…Wherever a teardrop falls…

For ever since you first… Spoke my name…
I have taken flight upon the echoes chord….
That cometh from thy unwavering flame..
Whilst thee hearten..…Bestows accord…

Thou art an ivory timber...Free of bark…
~ A figurine...With a terry for tickling…
Sitting beside me…’Pon a rainbows arc..
Swinging mid ~ A good morning swing…

Baby ~ You must have thought I was…
~ Just another dark standing shadow…
Perhaps…A budding vase without a cause..
Yet still….You gave me all that I know…