I want only what the sky does not remember about the sea it's been so long since the horizon found you practicing the dance of sailors, the coffin of ships and lighthouses everlasting and still the water shrank back into it's own blue belly fearing the thunder's dark verses. because without lights one secret desires more your secret but nothing ever was listening, not even the feathers I painted white and stacked together beside the park while you were spinning(only for your stare of angels like foggy streets) yes and as i remember there were two laughing starving for rain on a black planet, lifting their hats to the moon. and can ya dig that?
what if the ocean desires more than your feet or the shadow of your legs where will you lead it? a memory of what was not known, the terrible children, our bloods fragile music.
