Voices In the Gale

We'll sit by the sea,

you and me,

and talk about everything

between the world

and the dream of world's end we're in.

While the gale rolls by

we'll talk of everything:

you'll speak of your father,

the b*****d,

and I'll cheer you up

with secrets and tales 

of neutron stars

and the thrumming energy strings

in your veins and my veins,

in your face in my hands.

You'll smile.

I'll smile.

And streams of sunlight

like spiders

will creep into a window 

galaxies away,

and your face and my hands

that hold it

will collapse like old,

careworn ships

into the tide.