There he was
in all his loner glory
as we drove down through the mountains
South towards L.A.
The heron isn't solid and stable
like these ancient arching stones
He, of course, reminded me of you
Full on airy dreams, other places to be
And just like you
He'd soon spread those
fine feathered wings
and be gone on his way
Apr 2, 2022
Apr 2, 2022 at 8:22 PM UTC
There he was
in all his loner glory
as we drove down through the mountains
South towards L.A.
The heron isn't solid and stable
like these ancient arching stones
He, of course, reminded me of you
Full on airy dreams, other places to be
And just like you
He'd soon spread those
fine feathered wings
and be gone on his way
Peace to you, lost one