Cicadas and Gulls

Cicadas and gulls

They scrape on the hull

The land and the sea

They're distant from me

I'm in the sky, sky, sky

I'm in the sky

Thoughts are like pearls

And flags are unfurled

When we're in the dark

I'll ride you like the ark

Because you're mine, mine, mine

Because you're mine

Maps can be poems

When you're on your own

And distance is braille

And all that entails

I'm in the sky, sky, sky

I'm in the sky

I'm in the sky

Empty as a page

As high as a stage

As full as a room

When we're in the spoon