Little white sails Skimming the horizon Little white clouds Whisped throughout the sky Little sandy pebbles Tumbling through my toes Little loudening thoughts Of life just passing by. |b.g.|
little boat, I see you, travelling through the subtle waves, carrying a stranger across, greeting the dandelions that are by, underneath you, the creatures hide, unable to peak through, little boat, you aren't so little to life.
Identify at once The words jumble in my throat Retribution shock Governing by my ticking clocks Spewing wind to fill the sails
Empty boats Floating down Glinding along gilded banks Wheat can seldom feed a soul Only bloat the burdend mind
How does the horizion break? When did all my buds bloom Long into the night And slowly wither away But never die
Change is mine And when it comes to me My will I cannot abide There will be no sacrifice I live my life by the dimmest light
The words I could speak To blow it out Flowing over the tip of my tounge But Seldom ever spoken Silence is golden
And the danger may be closer than it appears And you'll never know if the end is near And the ones i loved, cherished and relied most heavily upon Can slip god through my viens...
And yet the new ones The immitators I've neglected Seldom speak to me, irony a bitter curse
And up untill this day, and onwards down the current the words still escape me
Mountains recede into the dimness of evening As though God took this image of sky and horizon and lowered the contrast until we were left with the impression of the Olympics but none of their usual detail. In this way night overtakes the entire landscape; stealing along the line of the ocean, blurring the edges of boats buildings and shore, until the world is inhabited solely by Soft Things, and our eyes are filled with sleep as we watch them.
Minds drifting towards thoughts of cloudy blankets and warm beds. This, is how our city puts us to sleep, as the watch lights, appear twinkling in the dusky sea.
