Eating Poetry

Sea Foam and Fireflies

brother, we’re going home
in calm waters we silently cruise
and if our conditions grow dire
then I’ll join a midnight choir
and sing you a sister’s blues—

brother, we’re going home
in rough waters we sail our ark
and if these storms never tire
then I’ll light a midnight fire
and guide you through the dark—

brother, we float like sea foam
in dead waters we quietly dream
and if you’re in too deep
then I’ll let you sleep
and sing you a sister’s requiem—

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