To the Lighthouse

Suddenly seeming
 These eggshell rifts
 Caving into your hands
 Can't sustain this breathing
 It weighs on my chest
 These lungs are filled with water from the tide
 From the tide
 And I watch them go by
 Can't define a purpose
 Though hands set adrift
 In eyelids, cobwebs forming
 Realize through the vapor
 Some strange trembling gift
 In sleep, I dream of houses in the sky
 In the sky
 And I watch them go by
 Sometimes I'm pulled away
 From my own misery
 Your hands cover me
 Eyes drift slowly
 Sleep the summer chill
 In sheets of linen
 Hush the static sound
 Of time dispersing
 Sometimes I'm pulled away
 From my own misery
 Your hands cover me
 Eyes drift slowly
 Sleep the summer chill
 In sheets of linen
 Hush the static sound
 Of time dispersing