winter road

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
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