...an auditive journey on the ocean...

Lonesome under stars tent
Walks through the silent hour
Boy wakes out of weird dreams
His face decaying it seems

Crazed woman weeps open hair
In the window staring barred
On the pond, on sweet drive
Lovers journeying wonderful

Dark is the sound of springs rain in the night
Drops of my blood falling unto golden plates
In myrial coffins, a laughter whorish and wise

To be continued...