And just as the waves
Washed over the sand
The wind combed the corn
As she took my hand
Narrowing pupils against
A search of my eyes
For fear she might discover
My soul's sunrise
And yet. And yet.
The want for to say,
The need for to share
The fear she'll away.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC
And just as the waves
Washed over the sand
The wind combed the corn
As she took my hand
Narrowing pupils against
A search of my eyes
For fear she might discover
My soul's sunrise
And yet. And yet.
The want for to say,
The need for to share
The fear she'll away.
