Urn telltable

The dark bravery of the moat -

The bracing winter melts.

The wide eyed smile of the boat

As it licks and sticks on felt.

Feelings feeling starch

Loose and blowing in the rocks

Crashing ships drawing cheering crowds

Who splinter and eat the docks.

Standing still while dancing,

Music to my tears.

Don’t you see the coral prancing?

And stinging in my ears.

My, the years have sped so slow

Time marches into the wall

Never to be stopped or go.

Catch the wind that breaks your fall.

Smacks to the left side stern

Drive the sword into the switch

What has been stolen, has been earned

Line down and flavor the itch.