Sundogs Loma

You are still with me I'm running my fingers along your spine Watching the world move softly below us All of its surfaces shining, faultless But on the inside, hollow and compromised White on white where the memory wanders Under the houses an ocean arrives I'm running back time to the edge of the water Flickering songs alight, I could live twice If I could see you alive and unfrozen I would Ice on the branches and the sun turned golden