Beckon Sea

Out on Beckon Sea
Thoughts pervade my mind
A psalm-Rosetta stare
Parceled and sublime
Laughter off the docks
Skipped across the Rhine
As clovers broth the sea
For steeples made of
Pine

Out on Beckon Sea
A howl haunts the brine
An elbow-setted stare
Rain falls far behind
After all this stops
We'll skip or pause, rewind
Our labels lust in sin
Our fables cropped in
Spine

A poor one's head brings a soft and sad
Dark spot on the mind
So, take my hand and find my friend
A language lost in lines

The cold months' end in a sovereign send
The past is far behind
So, take my hand and find my frail
Sinful sunken
Shrine

When I was young
And land was old
And not so overgrown
We learned to grow

A poor one's head brings a soft and sad
Dark spot on the mind
So, take my hand and find my friend
A language lost in line

The warm months end in somber send
A peaceful toss of time
So, take my hand and find my frail
Sinful sunken
Shrine



Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Parnell
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