Troubled Coast Night Drives
I drift across the open sea, the stars are fire flies on the black domed vault of the world or pictures of a wild fire from some time ago. The ocean’s cold, the water’s calm, you sleep below. Your arms were long, but never reached. Life’s long enough, too long when you’re all alone. Meet me at the top of the crooked world.
Where we first met. We’re piercing the stratosphere. Were thick as thieves. Or we’re self deceived. Your arms could hold, but never held. Life’s long enough, it’s to long when you’re unloved. When you said to me, “I’ll dream of you.” I said “Meet you there,” but I lied, I never will. Lines of blue and black are striking through. Outline our forms for constellations. Lights from northern skies are robbing you, of skeletons and decent nights rest.
