Weather systems
Baltic Sea
Distant foghorns and some milky tea

Amber scattered
On the shores
Washed up from ancient forest floors


The earth pulls softly at my skin
Beckoning me home again

No more beaches or old guitars
Just a skeleton
Asleep among the stars

A skeleton asleep among the stars

The snow falls wet

In Amsterdam
Rusting bicycles and quiet trams
And bakery smells

And market stalls
And houseboats in their
Dark c!@#^s


The earth pulls softly...