Davina

What you hold consistent, remains being single, swallows resistance, your search for the breeze, sometimes the tingle, the song of the free, do you hear my canticle, an assembly of jingles, sometimes you kiss, my quotation of pieces, i've learned to dangle, when you're on the sea, or do you stand faceless, each time finingle, a wind lashed promise, that you laugh guiltless, instead of that ring, on the blue Ithmus, will you turn sunlit vistas, dance and mingle but come back to us, all my blown kisses, across tide wood and shingle, what's not there to miss, waves on the Dingle ?