The sea can see
because I am it's eyes
oceans of Shannon
with Gene Clark heart
life in a life boat
afloat on mud
that cured the Coney Island blind
to wash your feet with perfume
whose cost could have helped the poor
to dry them with my hair.
you awoke one morning with beautiful curls
I had dreamed of having so many children
I kept forgetting all their names
the mysterious painting titled
There Were No Words
appeared again
as Ariel, Eve and Me.