The high tides
of the sea
washes me up
upon the shores
of your musical heart...

I am awakened
to the sound
of a dog
howling at the moon
because it is round...

My hands are dirty
but now are cleansed
wrapped around your waist
my eyes are open
to follow you like infant stars...

The dog again howls
at the bright yellow moon
because it is far away
she takes snaps of it
but cannot swallow it...

To the starry night
my heart opens
heart releasing it's decay
releasing a man
from a city of tombs...

The dog outside
howls again at the moon
because her heart
is broken
much like mine...

I take refuge
in her musical agony
she knows like me
there is no one
to tell her it
will be alright soon..

I wish to reach out
and touch you
ever so softly
until time
considers us embers

in the latitudes
of Venus and Mars
until then
I follow you
in cosmic dreams

of passing Halley's comet
passing by my sky
leaving me
in a coma
of ice and dirt...