They’ve called you 52 blue
A siren call of soundless longing
Your frequency untrue.
Do you even hear yourself?
A song so empty, even to you.

Yet the ocean is kind, in it’s endless view:
Kiska, it brings me to you.
The ageless ages I have been searching
Lost without a cause in this unbounded blue

For a song I thought only I could hear.
You and I in perpetual motion
Singing to deaf ears
We must’ve passed a thousand times
Year through year through year

52 blue,
Look up to the sky.
You’ve written yourself up there
And your lonely ode matches mine.