Box of Blue Light

My box is a box of blue light.

My beach is a breach of sea life.

And when one gets to go,

What's left behind?

When memories go,

Where do they go?

Are they in homes?

My block is a box of old light.

But inside that, another box full of stars.

I'm full of stars.

And when one gets to go,

What's left behind?

When memories go,

Where do they go?

Are they in stone?

My bones are all boats

Afloat on deep tides.

My box is a box of blue light.