Hayley

You'd gamble on anything, your friends say, including the Holy calendar, i wonder kissing your lips, watching cormorants in the Bay, roll on waves like ships, did you have other flings, salt and perfume far away, how they clean their wings, this time belongs to kids, would you feel that way, when everything rescinded, tunes drift by in rings, smoke and whisky rise to slay, a search for night's failingss, going out as you came in, what a scene it makes, a safe harbour for lovers, count numbers to your day.