I've seen navy blue ghosts under your eyelids
Breathing light and wearing redwood,
Redumption price of the spurned seeds,
May I or may be I should...

Sandalsound of my bare foot dance
Dispersed with the morning prayer
No more briskly spun stance
I begin with a new layer

In the golden spires of the sun tickle
New strokes and the shedded skin,
May I leave to the rye my blue inkle
Walk away in the daybreak dim...