Teignmouth

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