Our words light up the broken sea.
It floods our hearts, yet still we speak,
and we are pulled relentlessly.
From dusk till dawn our sounds carry.
Like a ship breaking high wave’s peak,
our words light up the broken sea.
The squawks and squeals from these our beaks
Add a strange hue to what we see;
it floods our hearts, yet still we speak.
At times, under water we be,
but words and light our interest peak,
and we are pulled relentlessly.
