Out in the water with weeds in our hair Whistling songs that we spun from the air I saw the shape of a ghost in the waves Dead as the sea foam, bright as the day Bright as the day Move through the summers when we were young Held to the fire, the way of the sun Lights on the fog over Bay of Bengal I turned down and they stayed on Bright as the day Out in the backyard, earth in our teeth Whistling songs that we learned in our sleep I heard the sound of a ghost in the night Scraped up dirt and monsoon skies Over Calcutta, I'm drifting alone Naked and empty as the day I was born Held to the fire, a moth in the flame Dead as the sea foam, bright as the day