She Makes The Passage Home

The coble stones of flint and bone
Fuelled with the fire she stands beside the water front
Line with the docket, hands in her pockets
She makes the passage home, beneath her dress the cold compress

With shadows she dreams there in the essence
That dwells deep within her heart tonight
Be still the heart that beats
With sound of heavens chimes she calls
For those who have been and gone
Beside the brook, the faded look

For one the total sum to come undone
The only one knowing of the trouble
Felt inside she runs to hide
Beside the bolder she is dreaming
Of a better day then this

The single kiss that lingers
Deep within her heart
As she looks up to the sun
Waiting for the moment
When her passion will ignite

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