There Are Salt Marshes All Around

There are salt marshes all around. But it's hard to find a safe nesting site. Some clandestine evil hasn't already been There are barren outcrops that are sparse. Where the moon peeps in And spotlights the ground And highlights all the stars on your highway. Where some demon is dancing And calling out all the thieves To road rage and racing in the streets. There are mountain tops levelled with pain. That still hears a little birdsong. After every rainstorm that doesn't pitter-patter out Just because your life rattles in chains. Some oceans are warm and wild. A siren sits in an enclave, sheepish. But she wants to call your name out and be your slave. But even here, many mermen die. Some places have you walking backwards. Fingers aching on a ledge hanging. Don't believe in gripping a lifeline. Or being free Tomorrow is always brighter. Just wait and see.