Swirling sounds spiral down, fill and surround me
Like surreal clouds of eider down, seems a dreaming, foaming, crashing sea
On a sensuous beach the supple sand gives way beneath my feet
While palm trees lift their pointed tongues to taste the moonlights heat
Glass stars fall from glass skies and stain my feet with sand
The moonlight cuts across the water from where only I can stand
I walk along the moonbeam as a suicide walks a bridge
Breathe deep the glass, my water soul and see blossoms on a distant ridge
The flowers bloom and blot out the sky 'till I'm sure they'll swallow me
Through the glass the suicide laughs, dying to catch up to me
If you never hear from me again, I'm happy