On my stomach sunbathing
Magic melting through my wings
To my fingers, out my rings
It's electric all I bring
Many moons I wish to stop
Wistfully watching ticking clocks
Feel as if I'll die and drop
Nevertheless, I do not
Tears that taste of salty sea
Is it close as I will be
Have I failed at certain themes
Should not be revisiting
Still I will keep on scribing
It is what is asked of me
