The wave could swell into the largest cover
To hide me from you.
It’s the words I don’t get,
The shaking of my hands as I type,
Things that make me, remind me, and convince me that you’re not by my side.
Where do I go?

The wave could engulf my receded figure and shroud the thoughts of you.
It’s this lost smile that will never reveal,
This tiresome feeling longing for your sharp looks to steal,
And the wonder of my personal star that lies at the bottom of your eyes, Pools of Brown, them eyes!

The wave could crash down on me and leave me cold and gasping!
And yet, drenched to the ends of my being,
It’s words that I find,
It’s songs that I sing,
A poem to wield on these shores of chaos.
So call it what you want – insanity, shameless ranting or even the truth if you see it.
But this is me,
Desperately sewing pearls onto a string of words to accept your being faraway.