Ghosts in the trees
There are ghosts in the eaves
Of the houses I sail past
In the memories at last
Forgotten
No more wretched letters
That I have written
In spite of the curse you cast
A long time ago
The witches were right
They didn’t know my name or my might
Leave me along the road
Alone I’ll stumble
Alone I’ll crumble
Too weak to speak
The words left a while back
Out there in the ocean deep
Purple waves in striped layers of film
I see passing the ways of my weary eyes
The days passing my aching back
On the woody wooden white water well
I left the secret that you asked me
Well I must be on my way
Across the universe
Across the universe
Write down the sweetest verse
I could sing to you
There
The silent reproach
Of a million stacked waves
Of a million thoughts raised
Out of the ground
Questions remain
In the tear stained floor boards
Of the house that once stood
Aboard the ship that has since sailed past
Along the way I stopped to study the orchids that bloomed before me
I dreamt of an angel that night
Just as I had before the night before the night before
The night before me
Left me there
In my bed
Longing.

For the sea below me
Knows me
Calls me
Loves lonely
See?

I have been sorry.
Nevermore.