Cranberry skies
sustaining some form of hope in our darkest days

The leaves fall to the riverbed, the sky is thick with smoke. As I stand here in your shadow, I’m gasping for air.
The patterned stones, her cotton clothes, light up the tiny home, as she steps out in her muddy feet, playing hopscotch in the rain
Cradle through the water waves, the day turns into night. The curtain window is broken in, there’s shattered crystal glass. We’re dancing in the meadow, drinking a bottle of rum, and we’ll laugh into the sunset, as you take your last last jump.
In your hands are little gemstones cut out from the mountain rock. The autumn winds are blowing in, cleans your face of it’s blood.
The starry nights and lazy days, fall out of the cranberry sky. The patchwork old feather blue duvet, is catching on fire it’s alight.
Cradle through the water waves, the day turns into night. The curtain window is broken in, there’s shattered crystal glass. We’re dancing in the meadow, drinking a bottle of rum, and we’ll laugh into the sunset, as you take your last last jump.
Faces printed in the window, their skin is golden grey. But all I find is some orange peel, and some broken old copper nail.
The rocking horse, your wooden toys, piled up in the pirate blue chest. For your days float into the ground, wrapped up in your polka dot dress.
Cradle through the water waves, the day turns into night. The curtain window is broken in, there’s shattered crystal glass. We’re dancing in the meadow, drinking a bottle of rum, and we’ll laugh into the sunset, as you take your last last jump.
They sang, "Hush little baby, don't say a word, mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird. If that mockingbird won't sing, mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring. Hush now, my darling dear, hush now, my darling dear."
Notes : All words, except the final verse lyrics taken from the 'Hush little baby' song, are by Tailor Birds, musician, songwriter, and story teller.....this piece is from the upcoming 'Salt' record that is due for release in 2021/2022. Our stories are fueled by tales of love, loss, hopes, dreams, and this one tells the story of a loss, trying to sustain some form of hope in our darkest days.
About the Creator
Sophie Kinston
Tailor Birds, dream scape folk music, poetry, all things beautiful.



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