Teignmouth
On the night train
From
the city to the south
I saw spirits
Crawl across the river mouth
In skewed
ascension
With no destination
Like
this lone bachelor in me
This constant
yearning
For great love and learning
For the wind to carry me free
So
when the birds fly south
I'll Reach up and
hold their tails
Pull up and out of here
And bridle the autumn gales
Down to
the burning cliffs
To the unrelenting roll
To marry the untold blisses
And
anchor this lost soul
From my
window
I saw two birds lost at sea
I caught our reflection
In that silent
tragedy
But with hope prevailing
I
draw galleons sailing
In full sail
billowing free
So when the birds
fly south
We'll reach up and hold their
tails
Pull up and out of here
And
bridle the autumn gales
I give you my hand
The fingers unfold
To have and
forever hold
To marry the untold blisses
And anchor this lost soul
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