Big Drift

Caverns of empty space

no bones can keep their shape

no water and no flames

but smoke as black as lace

go down ironsides

go down golden ghost

so long battle bones

I've seen it come to only dust

no black only gray

we come or come what may

break out of harms way

pink washed the skies away

beaches combing for the ring

reaches bones and copper string

all that's left from all you bring

keeps me searching through your things