To the Lighthouse

Suddenly seeming These eggshell rifts Caving into your hands Can't sustain this breathing It weighs on my chest These lungs are filled with water from the tide From the tide And I watch them go by Can't define a purpose Though hands set adrift In eyelids, cobwebs forming Realize through the vapor Some strange trembling gift In sleep, I dream of houses in the sky In the sky And I watch them go by Sometimes I'm pulled away From my own misery Your hands cover me Eyes drift slowly Sleep the summer chill In sheets of linen Hush the static sound Of time dispersing Sometimes I'm pulled away From my own misery Your hands cover me Eyes drift slowly Sleep the summer chill In sheets of linen Hush the static sound Of time dispersing