I fell asleep to the sound of waves
quietly howling from my sinking houseboat
that left the harbor where it found me
after acts I staged rejected plays I wrote

Wood beneath my feet wobbles on sandy floors
their cracks hold pieces of my splintered dreams
and I bleed, treading on them, trying new rooms
where nightmares reign as former kings

The paths of love were paved with forgiveness
moving walls adorned with persistent memories
broken mirrors reflecting past desires
guiding tired sailors upon imaginary seas

Still my quivers glow ignited by sunlight
fire cannot grow from dampened seeds
old cupids should stray away and die
so new ones can be allowed to breathe