The Dock

Sitting on the dock
The water cloaked in fog
Words leave your lips
With unknown artistry
Breezes drift in
And away
Trading conversations

Drunken voices in the old bar
Laughter in the corner house
The windows stay open
The white light from across the bay
Glows through the dark

In the lull of our conversations
We know, we know, we know, we know, we know
In months the snow will come
This summer town is slow
I'll have much to reminisce

Whose grey and white cat explores
Blue hydrangea under moonlight?
Its green eyes reflect mine
The hidden beach stays misty

On the corner of water and hill street
On the corner of water and hill street
On the corner of water and hill street

Sitting on the dock
The water cloaked in fog
Words leave your lips
With unknown artistry



Credits
Writer(s): Mary Hamilton
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