star bound • oc book
- LETTURE 76
- Voti 4
- Parti 3
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
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