You land on cedar weathered gray
Where swampy waters drift away
Your wings are white as bleached lime stone
A tiny ghost who flies alone
The Cyperus grows tall and green
The softest light I've ever seen
You hold your breath against the wood
I'd keep you safe here if I could
Pale wing resting in the glow
Where the heavy bayou waters flow
Satin white against the evening blue
I am watching over you
You look like powdered sugar snow
While amber fireflies start to glow
A Lunar moth from deep in shade
Before the purple twilight fade
The Cyperus grows tall and green
The softest light I've ever seen
You hold your breath against the wood
I'd keep you safe here if I could
Pale wing resting in the glow
Where the heavy bayou waters flow
Satin white against the evening blue
I am watching over you
I know the soil and root and seed
The way the thirsty marshes bleed
I see your pulse beneath the skin
Where the midnight hours begin
No wind to push you from the rail
Your velvet body thin and frail
One touch of salt or sudden rain
Would break the magic of this chain
Pale wing resting in the glow
Where the heavy bayou waters flow
Satin white against the evening blue
I am watching over you
The Spanish moss hangs like a veil
Your ghostly color turning pale
The humidity is thick and sweet
Where the land and water meet
Pale wing resting in the glow
Where the heavy bayou waters flow
Satin white against the evening blue
I am watching over you
Satin white and evening blue.
Just for me, just for you.
Stay still, pale wing.
