Baltic Sea - Brazzaville

Weather systems, Baltic Sea

Distant foghorns and some milky tea

Amber scattered on the shores

Washed up from ancient forest floors

The earth pulls softly at my skin

Beckoning me home again

No more beaches or old guitars

Just a skeleton asleep among the stars

A skeleton asleep among the stars

The snow falls wet in Amsterdam

Rusting bicycles and quiet trams

And bakery smells

And market stalls

And houseboats in their

Dark canals