Shrine

His fingers sweep his tangling broom
And so far away the ocean cries
The single thought of the ocean
Makes his eyes bleed the staring skies
Crystal clear shall his  crystal vision be
Standing tall amid the iron breakers
Lying so dead beneath the tide
Crawling crab, call my bride
You know our taste is burning wild
I know I can never let you run free
Shattered you are and me all there's pride
Can't let you slide trough my rusty hands
Not when the sand of your eyes lie
All my being's struggling to survive
Now that I sway o'bride o'mine
Now that your body is my whol'shrine


XV / II / MMXIV
Luís Alves Carpinteiro