And So the Fish Gave Away the Hook

in a way I would never have guessed.

My musings confined in song or book;

the melodies of ink laid to rest.

In a way, I would never have guessed.

Life, now mine to lose if I so wished,

with the melodies of ink laid to rest;

I toast the oceans of words still to fish.

Life; now mine.  To lose if I so wished

would be called suicide in this strange fight,

for I’ve toasted the oceans of words still to fish,

and my prayers have risen in dead of night.

For I see turning tides in this strange fight.

My musings are confined in song or book

and my prayers have risen in dead of night;

and so the fish gave away the hook.

Tomas Bird - High Valley 2016