Sail Away

She waits as dawn approaches... tales of the sea, and the gale winds approaching. Gently tossed to and fro, she cools her heels in the folk lore of the morning. They will come, of that she is sure. Yea, she hangs her hat on it.

And when she has been spent for the day, as the gloaming looms in the distance, tis there she scatters her pinings to the wind. The morrow has quickly cast her into the dusky shadows ahead, where she will rock, gently tossed to and fro, awaiting her next venture out to sea...

For Wyatt

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Your hands smell of fish

Little man

I can barely keep up

Places where you once ran

"He's just a boy"

I sing to the world

"Offer up your praises

Your affections, where he began"

He's just a boy

Sweet thing

Soon he'll reach for the stars

And defy everything

He'll climb and fall

He'll scrape his knee

And I'll smile and I'll

Feign umbrage,

Because you see

He's just a boy...

Red on Gray

Red on Gray

Tapping on my window pane

It's cold, do I even care?

The windows all covered in frost

Do you think you're bringing hope?

 

Red on Gray

Like a Soviet banner

Love, on cold pavement

The barreness of Russia

What do you think your love is?

 

Bright red tendrils

Unfurling in the wind

Don't force love on me

Should I bow to you?

 

Well I won't.....

 

As a Child

 

As a child

Gazing out my window

In the blue black of night

I regarded you

 

You were all… white lights

And royal navy sky

Champagne flutes

And sparkles

 

As a child

You held brilliance In your hand

Peals of laughter

A vision of grandeur

 

If only I could wipe
those stars from my eyes
If only I could remain

… As a child