Peasant Dramatic (The)
Dreams About Sharks
Baby, I dreamt you were a sharkMaybe I dreamt I was a killerTank of water clear and darkOcean highway long and yellowAnd if you die before I wakeI hope it's in your favorite sweaterAnd if this came for true life's sakeIt is the hook through me, the minnowThe ballerinas of the rainBreak on your skin like liberationAnd in my dark and chuckling brainYou hang like a constellationI've never seen a greener eyeHeld upon the starry gallowsEarly moon and evening timeHave left you red and left me hollowYour mother wore a cape of fursYour mother hides beneath your hairdoYour mother wore some shining shoesI know she's begging me to spare youBut the whitest waves are a waving fieldThe way they dance out on the oceanBut sunlight cannot pierce that shieldPlunge to my grief and my confession
From Letras Mania