The sea slides indifferently.
Waves crash, roll and skiff on,
My heart between the blue crests
That break down in the watered wind.
Lonely is my shy overlook,
The whole sky falls in tailspin,
My love was such a simple thing,
Precious as golden water on the moon.
On the banks I leave my soul
And drift away into balmy voids,
Seagulls circle and the tides return,
My mind is lost atop the sandy shores.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC
The sea slides indifferently.
Waves crash, roll and skiff on,
My heart between the blue crests
That break down in the watered wind.
Lonely is my shy overlook,
The whole sky falls in tailspin,
My love was such a simple thing,
Precious as golden water on the moon.
On the banks I leave my soul
And drift away into balmy voids,
Seagulls circle and the tides return,
My mind is lost atop the sandy shores.
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