Iona

She says from on high, is that the sea, you have to wonder why, if it's all true, she’s as bad as me, wing tips wink like jewels, a diamond sun sears bright, she has hopes of eternity, she says she’s fine, what is it with this crew, she enquires breezily, we'll sleep till noon, sailing the sky, nothing else bears scrutiny, in this cold April light, we're so sad and cool, who can expect sympathy, when we act like fools, on these long flights, we drink for company, don’t know if we're right, but strangely at ease.