When last seen, the smoke had settled on the water
He looked up at the fire ball screaming across the sky
Hoping it would soon end. Night had become day,
Day had become night and he was left sorting stars.
This one tells the story of a dolphin dancing in the surf
This one tells the story of our hunter Orion and his aegis
This one tells the story of a mother chained for her beauty
This one tells the story of…
Me. I have burnt my deck house down to the water line
Row away with me in the life raft, open to elements, feel
Rain drip down our cheeks and lightning tickle our lips.
I will be the fire in your sky, just blow away the smoke.
Image: smoke on the water by raun