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Hummingbird |
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You are set free |
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Flex your wings |
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And steal me away |
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He picked her last winter |
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As one pulls out a splinter |
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Red-eyed and tender |
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He needed a mender |
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She stuck around |
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Like a weed in the ground |
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Raising her voice when given a choice |
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Never once understood |
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Why he slept in a hood |
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Did he try to conceal |
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The love that he'd feel? |
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When she sang in her sleep |
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Or brushed past his sweet heels |
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He never was one for finishing meals |
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And when he felt he was right at her tether |
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He carried her down to the river |
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Told her blue is the colour of calm |
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And life is better when spent in her arms |
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So they made shapes with their limbs in the water |
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Imagined names they'd reserve for their daughter |
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Kaleidoscope pulse pounding palms on their backs |
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Darling breathe in |
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Hold it there, and relax |
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Much like a squid |
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As she sank in her dress |
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Reeds rip the frills |
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On her sweet Sunday Best |
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And tie latches onto old Goodness anchor |
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And he now regrets dressing smart and fancy like a banker |
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And as shells act as lids on their eyes |
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Algae like clouds does commence in it's rise |
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In clear blue spheres he is trying to pray |
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Hoping the dove, well she will not fly away |
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Clasp my hand tight |
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We will survive the night |
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And if the blue it drowns you |
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Well i'll be right behind you |
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Hummingbird |
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You are set free |
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Flex your wings |
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And steal me away |
