Our paper skin, moistened by the waves
itched with the red kiss of the sun
burning us awake
slumber was not as kind as We had hoped
and now the agony was loud in our blood
oh, how We craved the comfort of shade
How far from the shore had We sailed?
We came to with the saline ocean drying our lungs
We waited, dehydrated, to drink from the clouds
oh, how We missed the stain of wine on our teeth
and the hard crunching of bones in our jaw
This desperate hunger left us weak
our brittle hearts were still healing
prone to the musings of the sea
where our ears were feeling
the sirens wail and screech
calling us back to our cages
We could not turn back around
stasis was an ailment We would no longer indulge
so We sat at the mercy of the vast openness
and spoke nothing of gold or goods
We held our quietness competently
and let the waters speak softly to the land
oh, how treacherous we had been