catchbreeze with
birds on a wing
shallow sun
growing deep
a wave bye on bye
on her slipping by
heading to her
south once again
for me, evergreen
and slate skies grey
come the flint
of my blood and
of my skin
bye on bye
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catchbreeze with
birds on a wing
shallow sun
growing deep
a wave bye on bye
on her slipping by
heading to her
south once again
for me, evergreen
and slate skies grey
come the flint
of my blood and
of my skin
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3 responses to “bye on bye”
When she takes the summer there is nothing to mask the darkness which lurks within.
Just thinking…
Great piece, Michael.
Thanks.
And maybe that’s the truth we need.
You make a good point.