These Scarlet Shores
03/24/2014

The world is an ocean of sifting sand
And I feel myself changing with the changing man
Vast and deep in the center of the soul
Kneeling near the temple, the despot of the whole


When you look at this house, what do you see
I see all things moving, all things that breathe 
And she turned and stared at me,
 with eyes like an ocean storm
And I knew that in her silence there was violence adorn


When I looked at her, she was already beneath
And her face got whiter and brighter with teeth
A face so unique could only be yours
Won’t you swim with me, tonight,
Beside these scarlet shores