Lost In Lanes

The voyage goes on then off to...

Where the silence stands for nothing
and he stands still on blue velvet
or on muddy lanes with his Dr. Martens
like a thousand in the battleground
saluting bee the queen.

When she sings the words, digesting
his purest tone and when the marble heart's
dancing on her cracked bones
while regretting her own heart
fifty on a hundred off.

She's off to where the currents take her
one direction or maybe five with a
heart full of going-backs where it blooms
not like his, but glows and melts
just like the past.

To the baffled lanes full of wins
when the failures betrayed them once
she stands still just like him, walks the world
leaves the fears, keeps the faith, her little
faith up high.