Ghost Like.

Ghost Like

There was a dance
on the white light
ghosts talking so still
did you feel the sea
heart beating
to be freed
from a cage
covered in poachers ivory
we wrapepd our knuckles
on the rope
that turned the boat
from day into night
ghosts slipped
over board
tasting hanging dreams
bodies sleep lose
on the beams of trees
leafs kissed with salt
take back the ivory
graveyards in the sea
ghosts slip with ivory
laced in a dream
come with me
beneath this green
we will
knitt lychees
for you to peel
into golden raisins
then youll breathe
to melt the ice
boney tails
of fairys
poaching ivory
like the breath
of ghosts
beneath the sea
hang out with us
to sleep on trees
you must softly slip
into one
ghost like ivory