The Last Refugee |
Lie with me now
Under lemon tree skies
Show me the shy slow smile
You keep hidden by warm brown eyes
Catch the sweet hover
Of lips just barely apart
And wonder
At love's sweet ache
And the wild beat of my heart
Oh, rhapsody
Tearing me apart
And I dreamed I was saying
Goodbye to my child
She was taking
A last look at the sea
Wading through dreams
Up to our knees
In warm ocean swells
While bathing belles soft
Beneath hard bitten shells
Punch their iPhones, erasing
The numbers of redundant lovers
and search the horizon
And you'll find my child, down by the shore
Digging around, for a chain or a bone
Searching the sand, for a relic
Washed up by the sea
The last refugee