5.25.2011

seven hours

it's only seven but this smile is fading
it's only seven but I miss the lessons
sand and salt on my mind
spice and marshmallow in my queue

my math is bad
but seven turns to fourteen
and you have a feather problem
with my doubts on board to Antarctica

so until then
'til fourteen turns to zero
you return as my daytime hero
and our electric liquid waves touch