Asha

Laugh at hopes betrayed, gather holy things, take them to my grave, make me give a truth, to every little fling, notes arrive on cue, what a dance they make, woven silks they bring, when they hide their face, if only they knew, love is not a circus ring, but murders quite a few, smoke gathers in the rain, they ask me to sing, the tunes of Billy Holiday, ships turn on their screws, I really love the spray, it blows away the Blues, gamble all and say, life to me is everything, won’t miss a single day, salt crushed lightning.