Ocean waves have gently pulsed
in your ear, ever since
you walked out of the sea.
The moon, her shining face,
so far from home, holds your
hand and weeps in peace.
You prefer it that way,
standing alone, glad
the captain is going down
with his ship, in comfort.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 1:08 PM UTC
Ocean waves have gently pulsed
in your ear, ever since
you walked out of the sea.
The moon, her shining face,
so far from home, holds your
hand and weeps in peace.
You prefer it that way,
standing alone, glad
the captain is going down
with his ship, in comfort.
