darling, darling child of mine

tell me about the world, child,
about how the sky likes to grow

or why the moon seems to follow me
wherever it is that i go

there are ghosts in the trees
and secrets up my sleeve
and none of it makes sense without you

tell me about the world, child
about how it can flip on a dime

or why it keeps turning
while you’re  underground
darling, darling child of mine