Only Lovers Left Alive.

Conquering myself until

I see another hurdle approaching

Say we can, say we will

not just another drop in the ocean.

I’m at sea again
and now your hurricanes have brought down this ocean rain
to bathe me again.
My ship’s a sail
can you hear its tender frame,
screaming from beneath the waves?

All hands on deck at dawn
sailing to sadder shores
your port in my heavy storms
harbours the blackest thoughts