Clustering 'round streetlamps of a small town
Flicker to the ground like snow...
Or the embers of a drowsy fire in cinders
As the clothes we wore drift to the shore
White dressed...moon blessed...
Milk...breast...flower...
Wishing the hours away...
Transcending, neverending
Still meeting here with eternity
Washed clean of sand, like shells...
And moments die in thousands
White dressed...moon blessed
Soft-fleshed...dark nest...