as the flock arrived
as the flock arrived
resting in the setting sun
with gentle birdsong
as the flock arrived
resting in the setting sun
with gentle birdsong
our traditions
it's how we've always done things
'til we learn better
an impatient sigh
heralds the coming of night
seek refuge anywhere
out in the aether
there is an itch to be scratched
that need to create
reach all the way back
and remember that first time
what is it you feel
there are days like this
wrapped in emotion's cocoon
breathe and just move through
an evening breeze
drifting across a grey sky
a gentle caress
to compose a verse
to tweet while just slightly drunk
silly friday nights
a life lesson learned
don't tug on superman's cape
hard education
still in the morning
with a start birds start chirping
weird all the way down