May your silver beams illuminate
My crown rusted and weathered
Damaged by salt and course Earth
Gusting air howling and stealing
Leaves aged and clinging heavily
To what was their childhood home

Might you offer to calm my sea
Being roughly pushed and pulled
By your beautiful but ruthless phases
Crashing into my manicured shores
And undertaking my ships and
Seemingly innocent ******

You sit up there so far above me
Unapologetic for what you wreck
But such is this timeless ebb and flow
And your light does guide me home
I am humbled and thankful
Grateful for your pale embrace

Tears taste like
Pabst blue ribbon
Sat out overnight
Sixteen ounce pounder
Cigarette **** roughly
Stuffed through that
Small can opening
To sip from
In the morning
Another long night
Spent mostly crying
Wake up thirsty
Long drawn drink
Pulling black bits
Of wet tabbaco
From my teeth
Only your tears
Ever tasted like
Cigarette soaked beer