In the darkness of night
there was those sudden silken steps
like going up a stairs backwards
In the dark,
paraded by pooled squadrons of moonlight

There’s that feel of a record
Playing underwater, sucked back and forth
By some natural and ungodly tide
and I sway like seaweed, but remain rooted in place
Replaying over, and over, and over again

In the darkness of light
there was those sudden silken steps
like sliding up a sidewalk
on your side
In the light,
paraded by pooled tankards of sun

Theres that same sound, playing
over and over and over again
Till my heart is like a briny organ
Seaside symphony, orchestra played with grit and sticks
Replay, replay, over again and again

In the darkness of darkness
There was those sudden silken steps
Like a map melted into the sea
And I was a fleet of planes
Falling, cascading fieriness from the sky
A paraded squadron of the dark.