Ursula

Cliffs climb like white cubes. smile scarce as scarecrows, a face our ancestors refused, subdued by your steady leap, you hurt us with your show, those dancing feet asleep, while looking for some truth, take theses hand and go, don't bend before the new, a knife wound is the sea, you're free to bestow, love to midnight’s teeming, smoke your last blues, by stars of May's Apollo, watch clouds race the moon, hold onto what you feel, return to warm our toes, sprinkle charms of oratory, learn what other know.