last weather station
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wytchcroftIn this whirling world of wild birds
Ragged feathers dot the shoreline
And there’s a life in her eyes
I can see that
Even through glass
Light under glass
It’s a very small car
And she’s driving quite fast
And there’s life behind the life in her eyes
And it’s coming on fast.
She didn’t get it from me
But I’m glad all the same
And I pray for their safety
It’s starting to rain
Dotting the shoreline
Gathered in the station
The last weather station
There’s a clang from the door
And it’s a ragged rusty sound
Amelia’s broken a nail
But that’s far from this Cornish headland
Far from me
And my friend here’s made of iron
But he sings of a tree
Spinning me tales of Lilith and Eve
In a whirling world
Of wild birds
Watch them lift off for Portugal or Gibraltar
Fast moving objects
Like a travelling car
And I don’t know the truth of things
Lost as we are
Alone on the shore
Or buried under the waves
Bearing the weight
Of a calendar day
But there’s life behind the life in her eyes
And it's a delicate hope
Though I don’t know the truth of anything
She may.
Ragged feathers dot the shoreline
And there’s a life in her eyes
I can see that
Even through glass
Light under glass
It’s a very small car
And she’s driving quite fast
And there’s life behind the life in her eyes
And it’s coming on fast.
She didn’t get it from me
But I’m glad all the same
And I pray for their safety
It’s starting to rain
Dotting the shoreline
Gathered in the station
The last weather station
There’s a clang from the door
And it’s a ragged rusty sound
Amelia’s broken a nail
But that’s far from this Cornish headland
Far from me
And my friend here’s made of iron
But he sings of a tree
Spinning me tales of Lilith and Eve
In a whirling world
Of wild birds
Watch them lift off for Portugal or Gibraltar
Fast moving objects
Like a travelling car
And I don’t know the truth of things
Lost as we are
Alone on the shore
Or buried under the waves
Bearing the weight
Of a calendar day
But there’s life behind the life in her eyes
And it's a delicate hope
Though I don’t know the truth of anything
She may.
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Date: 2011-07-07 01:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-07-07 01:34 am (UTC)Welcome back! How are things?
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Date: 2011-07-07 02:14 am (UTC)my friend!
:D
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Date: 2011-07-07 03:59 am (UTC)So good to hear a word (a good poetry words) from you!!!
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Date: 2011-07-07 04:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-07-07 07:21 am (UTC)Do you know how many times I've been stalking your eljay page to see whether you've returned to us?
Too many times for it to be healthy really. *grins*
Glad you're back.
Lovely writing by the way.
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Date: 2011-07-07 03:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-07-07 07:38 pm (UTC)your absense was palpable...
hope you're well! :)
yours, s.
and yes - great return, sir!
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