trish and euphranor gazed at the coming storm
shelf cloud over the barren horizon
heaven taking a stance downward
they knew where the summer stood
as the breeze flew gently...
what a terror to touch
what a spine to grow
she asked if he knew what he wanted
he didn't answer
'it's a young girl's game today,' she said
the towers moved away
a cleanup day of sorts
your rising tide and mine left our ports
i'm scaring me, it's true
so i tuck in after you
a crystal ball hatched today
but nothing as good as this
there's a thief in my radio
engineer's teenage bliss
helena's on the phone
she kissed the clouds at the morn
reunion on the shore
she broke the mold at the door
yes...diving for the golden self