Pontiak Sun On Sun
The sun meets the ocean
from above
but the chain that binds them
was forged from love
together they see no
horizon at all
but the fish and seagulls
belong to a different world
theirs is ours and ours is leaving
on a Norwegian liner
headed towards Greenland
and when the day breaks
way to the silence
of night, she'll be walking
her slippers on wood
so open the windows
above the desk
draw back the hands
that hang like wooden sails
that tremble in
the lightest breeze
it's not fair that the weather
is indifferent to these
wishes and wants that
grow from our stomachs
from our heads and up onto
dresses and tresils
so climb up that ladder
and put on your hat
with a rum in our hand
we'll introduce
ourselves to the
sun on sun
Its shadows and clouds
that we're chasing
not the dolphins that swim
alongside our ribs
but above our heads
she sits alone
her hair hangs down
and covers
breasts that a bare
and through the window
electrifies the yellow
and forges a bond
born from love
and stewed by the heavens
and stewed by the heavens
we'll all eat from the same plate
we'll eat from the same plate
and when we wash
we'll wash for the
sun on sun
