I feel the warm
morning sun;
The water envelopes my ankes -
as each wave melts to the shore, I run.
Towards the open, endless sea
- I surrender.
To her above
or is it below?
Her words echo in the chambers of my soul;
I know that look
- it reaches into me.
Maybe, with her;
Eventually, with her.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 2:34 AM UTC
I feel the warm
morning sun;
The water envelopes my ankes -
as each wave melts to the shore, I run.
Towards the open, endless sea
- I surrender.
To her above
or is it below?
Her words echo in the chambers of my soul;
I know that look
- it reaches into me.
Maybe, with her;
Eventually, with her.
