Cicadas and gullsA scrape on the hullThe land and the seaAre distant from meI'm in the sky, sky, skyI'm in the skyThoughts are like pearlsWhen flags are unfurledWhen we're in the darkI'll ride you like the arkBecause you mine, mine, mineBecause you mineMaps can be poemsWith you on your ownAnd distance is BrailleAnd all that entailsI'm in the sky, sky, skyI'm in the skyI'm in the skyAs deep as a pageAnd high as a stageAs full as a roomWhen we're in the spoon