All along the darkened shore

Cold and spare in the moonlight

The sea’s lonely drag

Births a legion of ghosts

–

All along the broad shadow

Of a boastful city,

They find refuge in the shroud

Far inside of the mind

–

Solid palaces of gold

Are swallowed whole in the tide

Rinsed clean from the body

With the dead-weight of sorrow

 –

Nothing rises above

The dark water’s cold wrath

As the skylines capsize

To mortal melodies of desire