The flow and ebb wind circles in the mind
Biding time, and filling the spaces that rewind
Through glistening trees on the shores of hippocampus
Until they can no longer pass on
Their tales in the sun
Their sheltered little words
That echo on throughout the world
To see that all is here
To be here some day again
The world will carry on
Until all hope is gone
It’s tangled in the beaches
It’s tangled in the tents
It’s tangled up in the fault lines
In it’s own magnificence
Electric whale lines leaping
From the oceans to the seas
I feel my heart beat weakening
I feel it calling to the breeze