Come and follow me in your dreaming sleep
Under yellow moons and midnight blue skies
Lulled by horses’ hooves in quarter streets
Or by the swaying of the ocean tides
The rocking of the ocean tides

Along the way I’ll leave you little specks
Breadcrumbs of broken borrowed desires
Delicate treasures from our old shipwrecks
And moments of hallelujah choirs
Blessed hallelujah choirs

We will walk the way of old friends
Shouldering each other’s secrets
Along Royal Street in New Orleans
Looking for antique garnets
We will look for antique garnets

From under glass the shop keep brings them
As I often do with my precious regrets
But tonight we’ll go down to the river to sink them
And crush them out like cigarettes

Tonight we’ll go down to the river to sink them
And drown our precious regrets
Our precious regrets

Amanda Pearcy
© 2013