Monday, March 07, 2005

Left Dreaming of the Sea

I left my heart on Fire Island
In the pouring rain I danced
With a flask in my hand
I spun and shook around
Until it fell out onto the sand

Out of spite I jumped the next ferry
I believed it to be hexed,
Tattooed with your memory
Today it’s a cold wintry day in the city
And I lie here
Counting the days
Until I can go back to the house by the sea

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