My casket ..

He is my casket-bonnet tree,
strong and quiet in the wind,
where the woodpecker builds a home
and the world sounds softer.

He makes me hide from the universe,
so no wandering alien star
can see me, reach me,
or wound my fragile heart.

Inside his chest he built a home for me,
where his heart beats in rhythms of love,
whispering my name
with every gentle pulse.

He hides me from every storm,
every danger the world invents,
keeping me safe
in the shelter of his heart
and the endless rooms
of his imagination.

Jessy Jacob ❤️