ghost bird

road, long, winding road
passage through time
snow on the bonnet
evaporating into dust

birds flying south
like recurring dreams
think of them as nomads
i think of them as you

for you are a ghost bird
on your passage
through space and time

leave no mark, nowhere
except those few
unremembered
ages ago

.

you sang baby weʼre all running from the same things
broken hearts, broken homes, the tired and the loneliness

amanda shires

thank you | daniela for a song