This morning, the whole world, was speaking to me. One sign, a warning, another wish me luck, then who are you? One bird seen falling, means ghosts are recalling,
Look, the sky is reaching through the window, calling all to leave, last chance, leaving, get on board, what a decision, you know now, you are a one to move, maybe find a way home.
I wade through heavy sand, to get to the waters edge, I gaze out to the open sea, & horizon, give up my head. I throw down the stolen shells, drop the multi-coloured stones.