| if we were not in a city the stars would claim their dominion; for now they hold counsel over the waves i long to feel the sand beneath my toes again, while around me drifts the small talk that always happens between band members mizuno cries out to me, reaches - then falls back from the shore, and sad am i that i cannot accommodate him and i have just discovered that the most calming thing will always be white sand, sparkling waves, stars set against the night sky; night air on bare skin |
| (c) Krissi M. 2001 |