Gone to Earth (in broken mirrors)

I thought that I had come to die
but frigid letter spelled out
your name
would it be tomorrow of another year
I turned away from the warning
the cruel love promised could
not follow
and we we're off...

running..
the skies were endless
gazes
setting in the summer hazings
school yard hinter;lands
filled with melting sands
red skies again
and trumpets
the the voices of kings
reflected on boat hulls
in the northern seas
off england
and her shores
had we all been here before
in what had been a memory
of the language he spoke
when they called out for a name
and the reason
the season
of sharks circling
under silver moons
where the edge of ships
meet the motion of the sea
and the clouds melt
like paint swirling
where your heart meets the
edge of me.