Through Time and Space
If all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed, then we should feed our jewelry to the sea. For diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me. And then she said she can't believe genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues, tripping eyes, and flooded lungs. The northern downpour sends it's love. Hey, moon, please forget to fall down. Hey, moon, don't you go down. Sugarcane in the easy morning. Weathervanes, my one and lonely. The ink is running toward the page, it's chasing off the days, look back at boat feet and that winding knee. I missed your skin when you were east, you clicked your heels and wished for me. Through playful lips made of yarn, that fragile Capricorn unravelled words like moths upon old scarves. I know the world's a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home. Hey, moon, please forget to fall down. Hey, moon, don't you go down. You are at the top of my lungs, drawn to the ones who never yawn.