The sea lions we sang with
driving through Cannon beach;
the soul of the sound pierces my dreams.
Half across the universe
you're still in reach
I see you in rose pedals floating on tea.
The firewood was wet
but we didn't need it.
We had our porters and stout to keep us warm.
The nights I spent
allured by your breathing,
carry me beyond paroxysm,
........... fury and ardor in the storm.
........... fury and ardor in the storm.
There's a single firefly
swirling around my fingers
and I'm in love with her name.
Her glow is a fade
but her poetry lingers,
in beautiful but deadly refrains.
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