while it was raining the spoons came to her
smoking fingers while polishing silver
scrubbing skin such so slowly it ages
the verse hoped to burst from youthful pages
it will strive to match that skin on her hands
bright like the polish's mission will find
until the rain stops and the metal shines
and jellyfish evaporate on sand
haunting like tarnish that builds as it flows
the visions lost to the abyss below
the ghosts on shore can't seem to fade away
they will choose not to come back into day
no matter how shiny the spoons become
black must remain as the time it came from
2008