Island Cottage - Sea Oleena

Blue sky, white snow

Brown bird sing slow

Morning fade out

Don’t cry too loud

Bring me my love

Can’t say too much

My heart skips stones

Your voice breaks bones

Somehow there’s a ship inside a bottle

And a mountain in a pictureyx frame, a picture frame

For every open window there’s a suitcase

Being packed and emptied out again

There’s a spider in the medicine cupboard

And the walls are full of mice again, mice again