Billie

This is not the way, to let me know, what can open the gate, somethings missing, but you don’t follow, even tho'you’re listening, thoughts run like the Spey, same when the wind blows, Spring's come around again. other times you’re whistling, eyes bright as a crow, now I feel like kissing, you make the ground sway, like i'm being towed, the shore a tidal wave, rub together my mittens, laugh to hear your news, sea around us glistening, mist rises on the dunes.