Dog and Moon

The high tide of the sea washes me up upon the shores of your musical heart.. I am awakened to the sound of a dog howling at the moon because it is round.. My hands are dirty but now are cleansed wrapped around your waist my eyes are open to follow you like infant stars.. The dog howls at the moon because it is far away she take snaps of it but cannot swallow... To the night my heart opens heart releasing it's decay releasing a man from a city of tombs.. The dog outside howls again at the moon because her heart is broken much like mine.. I take refuge in her musical agony she knows like me there is no one there to tell her it will be alright... I wish to reach out and touch you ever so softly until time considers us embers in the latitude of Venus and Mars until then i follow you in dreams of Halley's comet passing by my sky leaving me in a coma of ice and dirt...