
I look up from writing.
Stars letting the years slip away.
And in front of me
a slow coiling of love.
Now I can see the
island on the horizon.
No longer a one-night show.
I look up from writing.
Stars letting the years slip away.
And in front of me
a slow coiling of love.
Now I can see the
island on the horizon.
No longer a one-night show.