What should I call my poem?

He purrs at my feet
Then, I don’t want to go
Across the sea
Away from me
I can see what I know
Love is the snow in my palms at Christmas
And the frost in the mornings
With the sun rising across the sheep
And the closeness of them all
Them, I have always known
Then waking up far away
To the 28’s and the blue sky song
And a man with skin that smells like home
The poor shell fish are roasting
It is remote
Desolate, yet full of something
Like the sunshine
And the sea
And the beach
We are there
Lying together in salty warmth
And suddenly we are so small
Just you and I
And the burning sky

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Ahoy! It’s been a while

A combination of being broke and disheveled and feeling a bit small, I took off for the long-haul!

But I’m back and writing and in love with the sunshine. New rehearsals are underway and we’re hoping to be ready to play outside of our dingy practice room by the summer.

There’s a new song I wrote today (actually, yes, just straight off) it just sort of came to me like my cat sometimes does. I’l be recording a video and a little demo later on I hope – if I don’t get distracted.

My old site is lost for the moment… it may be back soon – but for the time being, come here for news and updates and songs and things.

Love,

STL.

Southern Heart

The summer whispers
The road is hard and empty
The sun-cracked tarmac
Kisses my feet
Towards the sea
Those fins haunt my sleep
Hold my hand when we take ship
In the deepest sea I’ll slip

Oh, Southern heart
Wherever you are
Oh, southern heart
I’ll never be far
Oh, Southern heart
Wherever you are
Oh, southern heart
I’ll never be far

The summer farewell
Don’t come just yet
The wild west is my backbone
I dream I am alone
Promise me I will be home
Hold my hand when we take ship
In the deepest sea I’ll slip

Oh, Southern heart
Wherever you are
Oh, southern heart
I’ll never be far
Oh, Southern heart
Wherever you are
Oh, southern heart
I’ll never be far