how pained these days of sunshine songs,
how dead these hours of spring.
my tiring heart, it beats for thee,
and never for the sea.
a lonely song of april hearts,
a silent scream of earth.
these stones and rocks are bleeding fast,
these creatures never free.
sing blue and careful in those seas,
sail far, sail wide, sail free.
your heart, it beckons to my soul,
your seas, they burn for me.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
how pained these days of sunshine songs,
how dead these hours of spring.
my tiring heart, it beats for thee,
and never for the sea.
a lonely song of april hearts,
a silent scream of earth.
these stones and rocks are bleeding fast,
these creatures never free.
sing blue and careful in those seas,
sail far, sail wide, sail free.
your heart, it beckons to my soul,
your seas, they burn for me.
