The Fisherman

The Fisherman

WRITTEN BY: CAMERON BLAKE

You awaken to the sound of her laughter 
That the wind blows away 
Then the midnight mass bell rings forever 
And the rain taps irregular rhythms 
On the roof of the house you’ve been living in 

There’s a flint in the eye of the tiger 
For when I quit all this worldly nonsense 
And listen to deep frozen rivers 
Pack up my gums with tobacco 
Feeling down her back in the shadows 
Rainbow trout nets by the window 
Casting cross-stitch patterns on the bathroom 

Yes it’s true, true, true, that I still love you 

The smoke swirls and breaks in the silence 
A gentle calm covers the water 
You follow her eyes to your pillow 
Where sleep lies the wounded man down 
As she brushes the snow from the window 

There’s a prayer on the bench at St Andrew’s 
For when I quit all this earthly nonsense 
And walk in the rain to the ocean 
To cast out my nets for a pearl 
Unbutton her shirt to the necklace 
Wallpaper drinking light from street 
Pop up patterns from another empty world 

Yes it’s true, true, true, that I still love you

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