Tide on Street
In pompous street I dance my words to you.
In light of morning I sling to your bow.
In hour before sleep I search for your hand.
In coolness of evening there is a familiar mouth.
And then the slight of my gait
Mixes with the move of my tongue
And the next thing you feel is that...
It's getting better, man.
And what was said she said to me.
The lies to say are said and dead.
And the crazy days they make me shine.
But what has once been gone and sailed
Is now in simple gear; all mine.
Screaming doesn't break night.
Night moves with a drop.
Plastic toddlers waddle down on to me.
And in their gentle footprints
We find ease and laughter.
This only makes sense between two;
A duo of waves lapping
Against each other in rhythm of tide.
With street dancing and the coolness of evening
About to descend onto our new swim to the moon.
