For this bird these woven feathers into web of silken sage your home. Silent you sleep, soon slips the shell and falls the day the evening of your life with monsoon winds your wings of flurry flutter tiny flash barley seen heart of ruby feathers of green.
see air smell love, feel alive, breathe skin breathe a breath now, while .... if ever were the time, wind stood, awaiting wings display now, why staying for eternity.
And we went to the sea shore... Far away from all the bustling little town I collected all the seashells While she collected the perfect ones... We then filled our bags with a bunch of seashells But what I collected the most was a bunch of memories.....