Through misty sea glaze
Foundations settled on sand
Slowly slip away
Through misty sea glaze
Foundations settled on sand
Slowly slip away
Wandering drifting
Rambling roaming roving through
Meandering lost
Silver sickle moon
Swings slow and low through the sky
Sometimes I forget
A tawny owl hoot
Rippling through the still night
Never ending eyes
Thundering rumbles
The war cries of clashing clouds
Tearing us apart
Reflection staring
Back into my copper eyes
Misunderstanding
A black soup swirling
Around dusty chimney stacks
Luna cortana
Under the surface
Deep inside my spiral shell
I hear the ocean
Lines of pink and red
Clash in westerly battles
Darkness always wins
In the grey stillness
An empty old afternoon
Where dreams go to die