Riverbeds and Ancient Eyes

Where riverbeds

Meet ancient eyes

And I wheel away

My disguise

The one that keeps me

Safe and warm

But it is useless

In a storm

As the wind batters the coast

I’m in a cabin making toast

And the fire it roars

As my spirit soars

To hear the rain

Against the window pane

Knocking like some inane

Visitor from the plain

And will you

Ever visit this place again

It’s been so long

And I don’t know when

I’ll ever get to say your name

Coz, love, it isn’t the same

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