The knife of the sky tortures the wise
Broken day burning the birdless sky
The clouds form the ghosts of sleepers
Whose eyes distil the world’s reflection
And your face is a pyramid of kisses that I
Use for writing words and butterflies
Who can sing in cages just as the laughter settles
On lovers’ lips whose smiles are framed
The tears of last year’s summer now rests
In yellow roses where candles melt flat
The game ensues tearing open the Snow
Queen’s broken heart inside the gas lantern
The sirens whisper the name of the Sunflower King
Who dreams of men on the land
The sound of moon against sun shattered the summer
La Sirena 