you see yourself sitting naked on the sand
a dream and a memory in each hand
you mirror a mirage moving alone
you call out and it is gone-N

the public glare turns white to black
you turn but there is no going back
stripped ripped bloodied and bare
there's nothing here that wont kill you there
[RIP Michael]
-N

here comes the shadow softly over your skin
light shades tomorrow as yesterday begins
you thought you heard music wafting over the water
and the palms they rustled through distant laughter
you sat there a while scanning the miles
free child of beauty and a caged reptile-N