i am one with the sand
blown by the breeze
not quite reaching the clouds
before i fall back to the ground
along with this transient dream
of being able to fly
i am one with the waves
adamantly
caressing the shore
only to keep being pulled away
in a routine
of holding on
and giving in
you
you are the sun
blinding me with your light
stinging these weary eyes
forcing them shut
without wanting to lose sight
of your shine
never would i want
anything more
than to live
to see another day
lit bright
with your presence
which washes these doubts away
so i will keep
reaching for the clouds
despite the constant fall
and as
for the shore
i have no choice
but to keep caressing back for more
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC
i am one with the sand
blown by the breeze
not quite reaching the clouds
before i fall back to the ground
along with this transient dream
of being able to fly
i am one with the waves
adamantly
caressing the shore
only to keep being pulled away
in a routine
of holding on
and giving in
you
you are the sun
blinding me with your light
stinging these weary eyes
forcing them shut
without wanting to lose sight
of your shine
never would i want
anything more
than to live
to see another day
lit bright
with your presence
which washes these doubts away
so i will keep
reaching for the clouds
despite the constant fall
and as
for the shore
i have no choice
but to keep caressing back for more
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