The briny smell of tears runs through the ship That moves unseen through streets Like a charcoal smudge in moonlight shadow Creaking salt oars row thin air Oblivious to the streets not seas Green mossed Slick bellied Ship of dreams Stagnant street Tide pools that scream morning after starfish Like some dreamers' castle from mute rocks of sleep To lie on stones and still pray to wake No way home… Ghost ship walked by Silent crew, Dead eyes leer at black windows Never see and ever long For the way out of endless dark streets Leaving behind them the scent of mermaid tears Tears that dry before they reach Dreamers cast from mute rock sleep To lie on stones and still pray to wake Which way is home?
