Billowy dreams
followed to my own end
lost my footing
on the clouds and hope to land
transient to the sea
i'll make my way
reappear on brighter nights
and better days
to the statues
in the gardens of my mind
hear my prayer
when i'm in dire
all these years
I thought I could
well now I must
be a statue of my own
or turn to dust
with flimsy arms
and uncertain legs
i'll drift alone
among the waves
with timid brain
and tired heart
i'll grab the sun
and shake the stars