Wave

Wave

We met on some shimmering June,
then things got very dark.

We killed our love,
almost killed the moon,
but here's three hexes
for your lover anyway.

Remember
those good days,
we had a few.

Yes those days will come again,
we can tell each other about them,
some day.

Crack street,
where the water runs through,
and things get very dark.

Green Ringlets on my mind,
high tide coming in,
I threw an evil index
in a bottle
into it.

Smoky blue horizon,
wave crash sound.

Black streamers of cloud
over the moon,
I'll tell you about it one day.

-Will Dockery (1997)