One

You and I ascend the painted nights
and sail adrift from isles of smearing lights;
Beneath smooth gentle waves cavort
strung to my unconscious thought.
 

Alight our solo voice entwines,

Memories twist around the dotted lines;

And elated we distort remiss
reflections on the steel abyss.


Sullen stills of life abide
and blur into the perpetual tide;
At nil but peace, where we begun
You dissolve against the morning sun.