Sous La Plage

To have always been sold a vision so cold as the one born in between
 Oh the sieve & the skein
 Is it to say it's all distraction & none of it matters
 Once our pyres are gone & we're all scattered
 I've a layer of film & a coat of dust
 Made solid in the kiln with a smile bent in rust
 These melted frames & plying games will not set a light in me
 So what do you see
 With every one an excuse for silent clatters
 The clouds & dark horizon lines leave the day in tatters
 My timely thoughts undo the knots in the hopes we used to flay
 Oh so what do you say
 Arranged in rows all paving stones hold delicate patterns
 Amended once or twice I don't think this one will shatter
 I've a layer of film & a coat of dust
 Made solid in the kiln with a smile bent in rust
 & centered on a heart selling platelets south
 With lots of softer parts that fail from the mouth
 By the time it pines, a line so fine is drawn in mine
 Oh so rise & shine to know you'll find the clearest kind
 Half a world around, a sleeping love began aloud
 But dormant in a shroud, to find its source we formed a crowd