i hear your screams
and unsung songs
above the flying tide
and in the foam
frothing free
you'll feel my earthly touch
dont push away
from the shore
with hands of grassy sand
reach out to me
with shades of blue
and striping dissonance
and when they mix
to form anew
place alone in time
you'll wonder where
the colors went and
how we learned to fly
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
i hear your screams
and unsung songs
above the flying tide
and in the foam
frothing free
you'll feel my earthly touch
dont push away
from the shore
with hands of grassy sand
reach out to me
with shades of blue
and striping dissonance
and when they mix
to form anew
place alone in time
you'll wonder where
the colors went and
how we learned to fly
