Today I am a cracked canoe floating atop a restless ocean
My map was caught in the furry of a wave and melted away
into papery sea foam that oozed
through my hopeful fingertips
I taste nothing but salt
every time the wind whimpers your name
but still, I paddle on
with quaking palms and knotted shoulders
I paddle on
until the wind sleeps soundly
in the embrace of yesterday,
I paddle on.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
Today I am a cracked canoe floating atop a restless ocean
My map was caught in the furry of a wave and melted away
into papery sea foam that oozed
through my hopeful fingertips
I taste nothing but salt
every time the wind whimpers your name
but still, I paddle on
with quaking palms and knotted shoulders
I paddle on
until the wind sleeps soundly
in the embrace of yesterday,
I paddle on.
