Joanie

The love that flows, never goes to waste, a roll in every note, you have no need, to circle each day, want enough to flee, in garments sewn, by a drunken oblate, it's always more than show, strings, chords, seeds, keep your hands engaged, better constant release, you’ve already grown, ahead of the game, smile sweetly as you go, a house by the sea, tides and skies aflame, makes you happy, brilliant gemstones, whisper your name, you sail at full blow, Chief of passage.