If only hearts are deathless
And nothing much is true
I'll feed this old black dog
with honeycomb and send him home to you.

The moon is smeared on a glistening street
and orphans dance to a staggering beat
Like the clattering crawl of a boxcar.

I'm watching from the harbor, as ships cast off for the briney blue
And I find myself in that desperate hour
When I imagine that you wonder if I ever think of you

The shoreline is tilting like a drunk. As the stars fill up the tarry bay. The silence like a tubeless hymn, that fills me with a ragged glow.

I'll lay these tired bones on a bed of apple crates
And behind the lids of these sleep-drunk eyes
I'll swim the deep with a woman with eyes like wine and sparrow tongues
and memories of you

So put on your  bracelet of coral and bone and your crown of fireflies.
Let me see you dance though the mirror of ice that stole the last glimpse I had of you.

Now I will dance like the pain is a skin I have shed
And sealed in a crackling vinyl shell
Like a Billy Holliday tune in a dark empty room, or my tears at the foot of the bed.