Deep Starry Sea

I stand by the water, on the scaffolding of a buildingnot known;it is airwhich touches my skin,and I taste the salt and sting.Are those waves or tears crashing against stoopand the bare feet of lonely menon steps?My, how this world feelslike sand,and its days like glass;watch usdrink our whiskey;watch usflip the hour on its head.The sea…