Space Angels With Bottlecap Halos

They float on feather hubcaps Gypsy dance in the elegance of the sun They grow antlers in venus spectrum Holding backyard festivals, with pagan costumes She is free She can't see me I am becoming Always lost and returned again We swirl around the fog of beach The pallour in her eyes casts a glint She's talking about memories gone I'm mystified as the giant web unfurls Hidden love, gone and deep What remains of the lost city Buried underneath our feet Beauty of how things were