sauntering
th’ early evening
I am arous’d
by the beams
of sand
and sea
and sky
I am arous’d
by the beams
of sand
and sea
and sky
Flame slowly
blear’d by her umbrage
her final song a miracle
to enslav’d orbs
while Jersey Shore dreams
of tomorrow’s birthday
her own shadow
her own reflection
her own light
to follow
whose last cinder of breath
will fall into dream
o’er brink of the World