Former Island

Train tracks on the moon
Painted runes on the sky
Face the colored knife in your own hands
Watercolor eyedrops dripping down to open up the island
Bless the children
Bring the new tide
The new tide
High
Metal footsteps with the flaming elbows
Circles and squares of people singing
Faking out the ones on the dirt spot
You think it's all in your head
A place you know right
A place with no rain and flies
Island
Island
Island
They speak their dreams in two tones
They ride with only words
Sword in somebody's ivory stream
Inside the ice machine
Save for summer, melting over ice
An hour passes like a day
Sometimes there's just nothing else to say
Give yourself a good reason to stay
Putting yourself out of everybody else's way
Changing brains for the golden ride
Maybe it's engaging time
I know it's safer out there
Taken by the waves, consumed by the ocean
Island
Ride
Ride
Ha!