Bent dented bells float the swells
The ocean moves in and out
On the ground, seashells abound
And waves surround the doubt
That the days that sway about the bay
Ever meet their ends
As birds of prey are led astray
Into spaces time transcends

Oxygen and gentlemen
Move quite slowly out and in
In the skies, white clouds devise
Their goodbyes to sunburnt skin
And the flames that claim to know the names
Of our dreams and their domain
Will be to blame for frozen frames
On the boundaries they maintain

Twilight sprites call forth the night
And the tide lies still and low
Kissed by sand, the edge of land
Blurs into years ago
Speechless scholars; creepers, crawlers
Appear along the beach
Ere smaller legends get yet smaller
The Faeries dance with each

Fog and ghosts imbue the coast
With the blackest shades of white
Some might say these are but gray
But there are differences, alright
As sixty ships the shores eclipse
And lighthouses them devour
Each sparkling drip the ocean grips
Will sing their ghastly power

Seas of stars and secrets kept
Electricities of the shore
Silence broken by words unspoken
And dead promises galore
Though all these pictures I’ve collected
Are not enough to calm the squall
That sleeping resurrected
And for no reason at all

The boardwalks bend and disappear
And the roads they lead to fade
The trees off in the distance go
And join the masquerade
As the seafoam and her salts divide
And the ties that bind them break
The moonlight turns itself aside
And I find myself awake.

06/23/2009

Author's Note: More of an experiment with sound than content. I still think "electricities" should be a real word.

Posted on 06/23/2009
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