Historic Rebellious lantern light.

Dragged from bed to watch mother dance.

into the night too saxophones 

under historic rebellious lantern light.

Stowaways in tea chests deciphering 

the torn out pages of a long forgotten diary.

Jilted at the alters faltering to a old score.


that still can’t be settled even when they were all

separated out by seven lines over the map of the sea.

Winding azures interest lingering indifferences 

now gazing.