star bound • oc book

Won't someone spread the ocean
over my head
I want to be bathed in
sinking fish and sunlight

The vivid unknown
The magic that disappears when I stumble
The cracked sky visible beyond
the preparations

On the rooftops of the ruins
Enclosing the whisperings of
struggling downy feathers
We are a song

On the gray earth
Clad in the roar
of the scattered light
We are a bouquet

Plucked wings

Words
Blown backwards without a breath
Scattering beautifully

Sea bird
In the midst of the ebb and flow
A lying star
twinkling in the sky
Leading us away
We row our boat

A midnight sea
A resonating salty wind and
a brightly burning world
cover my cheeks

In the middle of a whirlpool
made of crowded voices
I hold your hand and go under the rain of needles

In the darkening scenery
I play with a falling
upside-down heat haze
and dance with time

On the rooftops of the ruins
Enclosing the whisperings of
struggling downy feathers
We are a song

On the gray earth
Clad in the roar
of the scattered light
We are a bouquet

Won't someone spread the ocean
on our ceiling