Waterline

In full view

Powder blue

Her left hand moved to the sky

We can taste time

Out of sight

Of mind, of mine

All your doubting

And your weary, weary eyes

You are steady

Through dusty lies

And your monsters can't replace your life

The mast of morning

Wilder stories

They milked the sunset out to dry

Riding high

The waterline

Defined her life

Clarified appetite