I'm a sucker for sensation and I guess that you are too
Out at the world's end one can sit and stare across the sea
I imagine a great metropolis across the waves
the red silver blue lines from the lights paint the waves
Across the sea where we'd be looking back at ourselves now
where people are like wrist watches and
we watch the time for no other reason than that it is what we do
and the thing that would call the moment to the mind
would be the wisp of steam rising
from the green tea in my hand
smells of mint and glazed ozone
would be the sigh of the wind breathing
with smells of salt and spring flowers
like the full body stretch waking up from deep sleep'the tree limbs
pops and crackles of sea side earthen joints realigned
to face the clouded sky
blankets hung high the yet shine underneath
reflected incandescent bulbs burn the orange blue haze
trace the mist like a lazy spotlight
and falls on your hand where the chill simply lingers like it always was
on the other side of my cup of tea
on the lips of the person next to you
lingering only to be chased away
and fall back into the night