Of Light

Foam, frothy foam.
Mud and salt.
A thousand miles of eroded coast.

Sunburn.
Windburn.
Heart burns.

Sometimes,
Sometimes,
Some times
Some
times
I

Wanna put on
my little goggles
and climb
a rope
leading somewhere
way up high
in the
sky

where
maybe I
could find
something
something
some thing
some
thing
that

Isn’t
ever
gonna
burn
quite
so
bright

But
twinkles
ever
so
gently
in the
night

Piercing
darkness
with
little
sprinkles
of light.

Of Light.