gently waves tickle the shores
like sirens fingers motioning
me to come join them
gentle breeze wraps around me
and holds me in a trance
my eyes staring at the horizon
oh those noisy seagulls
with their happy chatter
searching for what they desire
and what is my desire i ask
or am i like them, searching
the horzion again and again
perhaps i should get off this rock
and return to the world
and realize i am me
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC
gently waves tickle the shores
like sirens fingers motioning
me to come join them
gentle breeze wraps around me
and holds me in a trance
my eyes staring at the horizon
oh those noisy seagulls
with their happy chatter
searching for what they desire
and what is my desire i ask
or am i like them, searching
the horzion again and again
perhaps i should get off this rock
and return to the world
and realize i am me