The day that you left me
Standing on the sidewalk with nowhere to go,
I thought of those boardwalks and candyfloss clouds,
So many years and muses ago.
Lemons only taste sweet on the lips of a lover,
The neon seeds bitter in the flesh.
This I confess to the skies above -
I won't sink my muses to the seabeds anymore.
I'll let them rise and glimmer in the sun:
Wavering angels, dancing on the oceans,
Glittering waves and salted dreams -
And if you come back to me maybe
The salt will taste sweet on your lips
When I kiss you for the last time.