Bad Weather

Fishing.
Codes, doubles doors, and diodes,
mysterious wisdom,
evil smiling in this killer face.

Full moon, not a moment too soon,
whispers from the other side of the room.

The bad weather comes too fast.
I’m still here, cold-dreaming.

Nothing gives the story away.
I remember your laugh ten years ago,
on that ordinary sunny day.

Well, no more! No, not here anymore.
I’ve got that trinket and your photo on my door.

Nothing like a little lightening at my door.
The bad weather comes to fast.
The bad weather comes too fast.

Fishing.
Bowls, muddy floors and lifeboats,
mysterious wisdom.

Full moon, not a moment too soon.
The water seeps from the other room.
Well, I’m haunted, but not quite destroyed.
The river at my knees, I’m here for you boy.

Cold yes, but you best hang on tight!
Momma won’t let you float away in the night!
The bad weather comes too fast.