Sweet Sailor - Ayla Nereo

There’s a demon inside the cage behind bars of memory

Snakes down deep like lava molten melting in each crevice

Creaking age of myself, I rise from leaden limbs

Envisioned as a heavy deadbolt, longing locking thoughts up

Remind: the key — all this is fleeting

Reweaving echoes singing singing, turning, over, over

I miss you, I still miss you

When you’re here in this same room

With the lives that we spoke to

Let the name do what the feeling soothed

I miss you, but no tale tells how I miss you

Sweet sailor, in this same room

With the lives that we spoke to

From the image of a trace of what’s cradled and let long ago

Become the same as the one I knew so sweetly

And i thank you day and deeply

In each footprint we place in

Grace lands, superb silence, lush jungles of leaves

It’s the only conversation worth listening to

Yet here, in this same room, back to where I’m used to speaking quickly

Something falls back on itself

There’s a possibility

In this silence…