<A Girl, A Gun, A Ghost> page <Through The Eyes Of Ahab> album page |
...Of The Alaskan KingSleep well my darling, you are at rest. You’ve been set free.Bright shone the roofs, the domes, the spires, And rockets flew self-driven amid the vault of Heaven. Like a cherub borne unto the sky… Like the Sun blocked by a satellite our tears have silver lines. |