She sailed away in a glass blown boat
To take the edges off the world
Come back
When you can say they all held in their throats
She ran beneath warm green waves
Swam the creek bed roads
Fell asleep
With palm trees whispering what they knew

The dark birch and red winds
Sung and carried to her ears
Old songs
Ancient things dug from the land and its gears
Til one day the land moved away
She woke alone on her boats with no name
No face
Adrift as the last sun rose

Gold