I live by the rocks,
under the willow trees
wading in the waves,
on helena street
I sing my songs,
and dream in black
and white
I grasp withering stems,
and live for the nights
The clouds are bleak,
my mind is electric
the shapes in my mind
are geometric, for I live by the rocks,
under the willow trees
I wade in the cobalt sea,
and wait for the man to
come set me free