The noise between words

Is unbearably loud

Mountains, paths

Beginnings and ends

My soul leaps for the sky

When I take that first step

The flags contort and distort

In the air

Writhing in the wind

Nations proud, lie

Humbled at their knees

What is done in the dark

Shall be brought to the light

In full view and truth

A violin player
In the street
Playing for food
My ice cream melts
Into the cracks
To feed the ants
That conspire below

Speak of love
I'll be there
A bunch of daffodils
In my hand
We walk the hills
I work the tills
To put money in their hands
And mine

Come to the sea
Hold my hand a while
Let the waves melt our feet
Into the sand
The seagulls land
On our shoulders
Calling out to the wind
The salt rust our bodies

How many years will it take
For our light
To burn out
For all sailors to see?