the phone swung on the cord side to side hung off the hook ringing at the tone i knocked at the door no ones was home lost at the shore as we rode on the new horses amoust the sand like ice i drip till im swimming in the sky in my dreams hearch bow arched baby face with wings hit straight in the heart equiped a laser red dot sight revolver on top the sight like on the edge of a knife on the tide ghost no one knows