Thistle

The birds shot out of the thistle And I forgot who I was in the picture I flew in your wake The birds flew out of the picture The world was alive with their feathers I was wide awake I lost the light, but kept the afterglow Through the night, I felt the fire grow And there’s a boat far out at sea I can hear it rumbling And there’s a buoy with a bell We can hear it ringing The kids shot out of the cabin Jumping in the trees with abandon I walked in their wake The roots grew into the island Talking to each other in the silence We felt the picture break I lost the light, but kept the afterglow Through the night, I felt the fire grow And there’s an airstrip overseas I see its lights blinking And there’s a buoy with a bell We can hear it ringing