Go
Down to the Sea
Tell me what you see in the sand
Tell me what you see in the sky
When I hold your hand do you feel me
My heart beat
Do you see my cold breath
Steaming in the wind
Grey
Hovering above the water
One Choice
Make it well
Do you see stars
Their reflection on the water
To write
Can be self indulgent
Like blowing steaming air in a certain shape
To delight my own eyes
But I know now
That when I have nothing left to say
When my heart feels whole
I can write about your trip to the sea
And in my words
I hope you feel
Your hand
Holding on to me
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
Go
Down to the Sea
Tell me what you see in the sand
Tell me what you see in the sky
When I hold your hand do you feel me
My heart beat
Do you see my cold breath
Steaming in the wind
Grey
Hovering above the water
One Choice
Make it well
Do you see stars
Their reflection on the water
To write
Can be self indulgent
Like blowing steaming air in a certain shape
To delight my own eyes
But I know now
That when I have nothing left to say
When my heart feels whole
I can write about your trip to the sea
And in my words
I hope you feel
Your hand
Holding on to me
There for you all, always.