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 batchelor in me
                       This constant yearning for great love and learning
                       and the wind to carry me free
 [bad word] 
                                               So when the birds fly south, reach up and hold their tails
                                       Pull up and out of here and bridle the autumn gales
                                        Down by the burning cliffs, by the unrelenting roll
                                       Am(into verse)
Marry the untold blessings 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