"It's a long, long way to the lip of "The Bowl"
and it's getting farther
the closer it seems to be
and amidst this inuksuk Guernica
is a small girl whistling
and waiting for me.
In silence of stone,
her hair, flesh, and bone,
tattooed with the stench of the sea,
she lives in "The Bowl,"
our Tablelands home,
still waiting forever for me.
As the days turn to years turn to stone in The Bowl
I'm drinkin' in Georgetown
Still Michelle sifts through shards splintering.
She knows "The Bowl" like the back of her hand.
Kisses every boulder
as the snowcaps flow tears shimmering.
She can tell by the rocks
that I'm here on the docks
with an ear to the wind, listening
for her whistling.
She lives in "The Bowl,"
our Tablelands home,
awaiting the coming of spring.
I'm dreaming a dream that I'm back in "The Bowl"
and it's getting harder
to remember what's real to me,
but if I make it to spring, I'll be bound;
with the trickling water,
I'll return with a thin silver ring.
But the road is so long
to "The Bowl" from St. John's,
walking backwards with a cross and a ring.
I can hear pretty well,
but it's getting harder to tell
if Michelle is still whistlin' for me.
In silence of stone,
her hair, flesh, and bone,
tattooed with the stench of the sea,
she lives in "The Bowl,"
our Tablelands home,
still whistling and waiting
forever.
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