Forty Flakes Of Snow

Here in your lost city above
me I watch lone starving seagull,
shadowed in your polar ocean.
The wild lights are sleeping and dull.

On the boardwalk forty flakes of
snow plummet in luminesence;
shadowed in your polar ocean.
Memory's faith holds your presence.

I scream for the empty lost love
under all the nameless voices
shadowed in your polar ocean.
We died for all the absent choices.

My ghost-steps crackle as I shove
my ghost to yours down the blue pier;
shadowed in your polar ocean.
...ghost train whistle only I hear.