Floating
Dreaming
Here on my slow island bed
Lost in the seas
And the Albatross Skies
So High

What- What is there to do?
Nothing I want to see
Except for the crested waves
Crashing off the mirrored versions
Of me

Floating
Dreaming
I witness you there
Circling with the Albatross
Touching the opaque wispy clouds
So High

Alone, Here I Lay
Youthful hands behind my head
On crumbling dreams
On Petit Bot Cliffs
Gentle-Airless
A rumble from distant wings

Floating
Dreaming
Where will I go to
When this dream is over
Where will you land
Now that the world is so high

What-What is there to do
Nothing I want to hear
Except for the sound
Of your
Mournful forgotten cry.

Ian D. Hall

2019