profanity & vanity

He was not of sea not of sky either. He  was from land, Not that of people. He wandered the seas, not with net or  hook. He ate wind, drank rain. He wandered the seas, in search of home. Whirlpools he had seen, And wind and turmoil, Wrecked ships and broken masts But not land. That owned his home.

Thither I come, brother, Unto thy grave. Where once were daisies, Now, thy blood. Look ahead, brother, The sky thee face. Like once we lay, Only now thee gone. Let us run fast, brother, Around the garden by the grave, Thee riding on my back, For thy legs, brother, They were dead always anyway. Look. See, brother, How I hold thy hands, and kiss thy cheek. Can you now love that Like you once did?

Album: The Day