Bethany

I throw away the years, every age has its must, the laughs and happy tears, eeach ife too short, for the ones you trust, within our toil of waters, you run like the deer, there’s a hint of musk, under stars you step clear, I knew you’d be sought, spinning pennies in the dust, but never overawed, what brought you here, on this tidal flood, a woman so sincere, no book or district Court, hides the fact you’re bust, that’s what I thought, blow flame across my fears, bring me all the luck, laugh before you disappear, geese rise in the dusk.