6. Drift

Smokey beam through black curtains
jump on and ride into the blue.
we could lay here through midday.
sleep in the cool shades of our youth.

Third person life-long big plans
lay ashen in the light of noon
one peek outside the porthole
retreat inside our bed sheet womb

Unconscious at the break of day
hoping one day we’ll find a way
to drift into the sun.

In steaminess and salt breeze
wake in the chrome of ocean calm
pale sky dome radiating
we listen to each seagull psalm

we’ve found so many ways to play
and when the mainsail starts to sway
we’ll drift into the sun.

wave lullabye of white noise
sleep on warm sands of your life.

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