Lycia

Below the hills
Below the hills
A wander where the grasses grow wild
Off the road, we strayed
The sun dozed, we laid
In loops of dust
One long day closes in a glow
The body rebels and breaks
And little pieces are planted all over
Night-time swells
Draw us in
On stilts over the sea
Fall asleep
Fall asleep along the hall beside the yellow room
Rebuild this atticmind:
The glow that grows
Beneath my bones