Xime

Near a candle at the flame, or on this ship by tide, hope marks all our days, each sea green evening, is a race to wonder why, swear what we want to be, Orphanages can't brush away, as the schooner creaks and sighs, what we feel as stain, try to banish that deceit, don't waste time crying, the soul's not ours to keep, birds sing with yellow names, the landfall looms in sight, we cheer and shout OK, you won't need trains, when love passes by, freight arrives to better places, praise upon our lives.

Xanthia

On trains or planes we know, love remains in your head, don't watch me all alone, i won't dance nor get blue, neither worry about my cred, it is not my purlieu, on the New York Metro, men look at me like dead, then pray as if on dope, i ignore their cool untruths, insults arriving from the Med, what they'd like to do, my time is purely based on hope, not those the colour of lead, who ask me can i cope, then take me by a rope, where i can be bled, punished by their stones, down every path i tread.

Verona

Maybe its not in our gift, even on holidays, to exist without a cliff, rub a stone wonder how, as if we have to hesitate, before any bit of wow, we don't mind being different, say it's not our place, making a life to shift, or our singing in the shower, then step out to gaze, long into the yellow hours, when its time to give, do i need the rain, to always show you love, is this how we live, knowing not what to say, praying it's enough, we can change our ways ?

Vicky

She asks where is home, remembers every broken promise, including what is known, what comes to meet you, dances within her still, the grace that bestows her due, bird flight is mostly known, black Cormorants hunt for fish, her moonlit eyes are gone, trapped within her own curfew, her face to the wind, she has to seek untruths, blue notes a soul alone, for the Curlews we miss, white breasts atone, who will tend her bones, how beautiful her kiss, does a river wash on stone, dance to make her wish ?

Verla

Sailors never act alone, their faces to the rain, some stray far from home, scientists warn of global highs, mothers bear the shame, regular as the five and dime, how beautiful are your bones, your neck like a Crane, betrayed by my stones, you shudder with each wine, think of your next engagement, find a reason why, snow falls across Kobe, you search inside for pain, wonder at the last throw, you who would never show, how your body list and aches, if not by winter's groan, then ropes cast off again.

Uta

She looks upon nought's, like prayers to a priest, a levy on troubles brought, the way she drinks wine, doesn't trouble her the least, to look for other signs, why pretend at loving thoughts, if everything's so free, who objects to being bought, inflated by her own design, depends on how she sleeps, or seeks to undulate why, justice is always sought, when the world weeps, a flame that's always wrought, knows it cannot be bought, and certainly isn't cheap, shopping trips to New York, disguise her release.

Una

Lover tell me the truth, where time has no reign, when i searched for you, sweated for what's known, in motels along the highway, were you always alone, in my tears and blues, did you tell the same lie, there is not someone new, you could not throw, or achieve a better way, to give up that hi tone, even with my own curfew, love kills when i pray, and face the evening gloom, are you just being aloof, to spare me more pain, played me like a tune, are you gone by 'plane ?