Jimmy we are moving...
It seems you and I are moving to the country.
I see the lanes coming on strong with the scent of flowers
And the coastline is no longer twisting its head
To make sea beasts of hours I have thought bad and mad.
The wind is circling and higher design is kestrel
Hovering but no longer liking his dinner so he drops
And while yet suddenly exhausted takes a pipe
Of peace and nests again in hope and possibility
So too with the hours again with your soul mate talk
I relive as bright as my feathered tail
I no longer swoop for your love and will not take
I am content to love you more and sea dragons have no power
