Mary Timony Rider On The Stormy Sea
You’re a rider on the stormy sea
What do you get for curiosity?
I am the girl with the feather heart
That the birds flew down and pecked apart.
The turning of the young mans head
Is a mystery that’s unsolvable
The feelings come, the feelings go,
In a universe that nobody knows.
The saddest soul I ever saw
Was my best friend…
With the eyes of the ancient cat.
I see 44 mysteries in that.
The turning of the young mans head
Is a mystery that’s unsolvable
The color of the robins egg,
And the stars that dawn every day.
