Bright Colours in Her Hair
Bright Colours in Her Hair
She's sailing past a moonlit shore,
Bright colours in her hair.
They catch the light of lazy stars:
Those watchers without care.
She watches as the world goes by:
White flowers in her wake.
A sigh, a note of slight despair;
Alone, she leaves the lake.
She leaves a life, a friend, a home:
All bygones out of sight.
A girl, she thought, that time forgot,
Who shivers at the night.
She sleeps, tonight, beneath the sky:
It smiles, it knows its friend
Beneath the shining, winking flames
That's drifting without end.
She's drifting past a moonlit shore,
Bright colours in her hair.
Tonight the sky glides softly down
A river without care.
