Off Grid

Just me, and this boy of mine

Underneath a sheltering sky, by a railway line

Waiting for the wood to catch

The damp twigs

The last match

Evening, passing time

Waiting for the moment

Waiting for a sign

Boy's up close, pressed against my side

Daze of rippling water, glimmering with light

Stars up in the stillness

To the quiet, to the night

Howl of the wind, cry of the train

Inky black ball

Writes the story again

Just me, and this boy of mine

Just me, and this boy of mine

Just me, and this boy of mine