Surely
A few flecks of snow
fall from the sky
John laughs, he loves winter
the freshest season
and certainty returns
surely
surely
as sun’s orange will turn green
the moon throw parallelograms
through his windows
again
Surely, surely…
Here lies
under the deep blue sea
the ballroom chandelier
and if we raise the wreck
encrusted and luxuriant
surely
surely
an egg will be an egg
the moon throw opals
through his portholes
again
Surely, surely…