In the light
of the moon,
I slowly make
my way to you.
In the night
so black,
your soft voice
calls me back.
You gently dance
upon the waves,
to my fingertips,
but I can only gaze:
beyond the horizon,
I hear and see home
that isn't of land, but
in your arms of sea foam.
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
In the light
of the moon,
I slowly make
my way to you.
In the night
so black,
your soft voice
calls me back.
You gently dance
upon the waves,
to my fingertips,
but I can only gaze:
beyond the horizon,
I hear and see home
that isn't of land, but
in your arms of sea foam.
