JuliiaNightQuake

He sang the song of the sea, He sang with a sparkling voice, Until everyone delighted in the glimmers of the sea, That were also glimmers of his mind. Upon his passing his sea lived on, His world and his words bobbing in the drift, The pale face of Ramon Hernandez Still pressed against the two way mirror of his work Watching the hot lights dance atop the cool gentle waves. But the cool waves had seen their light And been covered with floating red paste The singer's song muffled by smothering The smolder of light suffocated by the pillow Bobbing in the drift Oh how the singer would cry for his muse Buried in hapless lustless rus