Bay Of Dismay
Always was always so certain in it's way.
Never could you change it's mind or
How it would have it's say.
Her eyes are made up of sunsets.
But she holds the moon at bay.
Her eyes are watered
But the sea is receding now today
Her eyes are shadows, shadows
She questions everything I say.
The gemini was born three days past the bull.
In a land full of richness and
Illusions are cut and pressed down at the mill.
Her hands are empty and the wind begins to blow.
Her hands are fingered but I see no rings aglow.
Her hands are waving but I am so far and so...
Her hands have faltered over a heart so full of grief.
Her hands are longing for touching and some pure belief.
Her hands are lingering, lingering...
The ships they come into the safety of the harbor.
Then dock and they rope onto the wharf.
The gangplank unloads it's cargo of remorse.
But this widow stands not among the chorus.
She twists and turns in a blacklaced chiffon party dress.
And the bayed back moon is peeping through the clouds
Humming a song of freedom before
The clouds get it going and move it on along.
Oh.....oh her eyes are sunsets, sunsets!
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