Cicadas And Gulls

Cicadas and gulls They scrape on the hull The land and the sea They're distant from me I'm in the sky, sky, sky I'm in the sky Thoughts are like pearls And flags are unfurled When we're in the dark I'll ride you back the ark Because you might, might, might Because you might Maps can be posed With you on your own And distance is braille And all that entails I'm in the sky, sky, sky I'm in the sky I'm in the sky Empty as a page As high as a stage As full as a room When we're in the spoon --- Cicadas and Gulls - Feist