I was born in a summer storm
gra** was cold but the sky was warm
they lay me down in the mossy fields
where the crows k** with tender speed
sun burned off the lonely clouds
and warmed my face, the roots in the ground
they washed me off in a shallow stream
where sand dunes line the beach
I grew up on that moody land
I understood the tension all around
between me and you and dad
how a sun burn goes cold and damp
how we hovered all in between
slight sliver where life can begin,
between oxygen and temperature
or the force fields of boy and girl
I was born in a summer storm
gra** was cold but the sky was warm
and so I hover now in between
the slight sliver where life can breathe
submariners crashed my sleep
I heard about it on the bbc
I can hear as they tap on the steel
of a hull downed in the melting sea