He picked her last winter
As one pulls out a splinter
Like a weed in the ground
Raising her voice when given a choice
The love that he'd feel?
When she sang in her sleep
Or brushed past his sweet heels
He never was one for finishing meals
And when he felt he was right at her tether
He carried her down to the river
Told her blue is the colour of calm
And life is better when spent in her arms
So they made shapes with their limbs in the water
Imagined names they'd reserve for their daughter
Kaleidoscope pulse pounding palms on their backs
And tie latches onto old Goodness anchor
And he now regrets dressing smart and fancy like a banker
And as shells act as lids on their eyes
Algae like clouds does commence in it's rise
In clear blue spheres he is trying to pray
Hoping the dove, well she will not fly away
We will survive the night
And if the blue it drowns you
Well i'll be right behind you