Won’t you lie here next to me
We could try hardly to breathe
You would be king
I the queen
Won’t you lie here in the dark
Shadows in the attic we are
Flicker of a candle a spark
Won’t you lie here on the sea
We could float the foamy debris
Fathom all the phantoms
of blue-green
Won’t you lie here
in the storm
While the wind
weathers our forms
As the dust blows all the more
Won’t you lie here
on the moon
Sparkle in the silvery dunes
Cradled in a bright white cocoon