one day you wake up high above the blue in an lawn chair on the dunes and written in the rose green glow you can go easy now you owe nothing look around while waiting at a light see a washed out store front sign in a window long been broke calling everything must go you think most of all the thing you know theres a wind neath the door sounds youve never heard before branches clawing at the pane panicked animals are wailing but the moon he walks alone the boy the low black clouds cant hold with a silver threaded light breaking in between the blinds he is drifting through the formless night now that its over thrown an the new light wipe the dream that lingers in your eye