I kiss the blue windows
That wrinkle the tide
With lips of envy.
Heaven has fallen
Flat on its face,
And I open the ocean
With these sky-lights
And drink ‘til drunk.
I grasp the waves
That wash my undeserving shore
And consume them.
I have seen it all before
And every time I am in love:
Such is my greed for the candyfloss clouds,
The oyster shells that garnish the rocky inlets,
The sweet taste of seaweed strewn sand
That I cannot stop or I will faint.
I press on to gather in the feast,
To harvest the ever stretching shore;
To fill the yearning.
Save me for I cannot stop,
Help me for I drown with longing.
I crave the matchless beauty,
I will not be turned aside,
No! Even if I fall
Consumed by jealousy;
I will allow this hunger to drive me,
For one day it will find me home.
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