I wish I could be the one,
Written in the stories of old.
Who saw his fairest of maiden,
And collapsed, breath caught, in his soul.
Though Big Fish, I might have been,
Able to chase his sun across the world.
Poorly hooked, I did, let myself get,
And my weight began to swirl.
Until I lay beached,
And watch you drift away.
Gasping in desperation,
To try another day.
But I've looked upon my reflection,
From the little ripples that reach out to me.
The sun may be my longing,
But I must return, back into the sea.
And as the ripples pull at me,
Back to a place I can heal.
I thank this final sunset...
For reminding me, such love is real.
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 2:12 AM UTC
I wish I could be the one,
Written in the stories of old.
Who saw his fairest of maiden,
And collapsed, breath caught, in his soul.
Though Big Fish, I might have been,
Able to chase his sun across the world.
Poorly hooked, I did, let myself get,
And my weight began to swirl.
Until I lay beached,
And watch you drift away.
Gasping in desperation,
To try another day.
But I've looked upon my reflection,
From the little ripples that reach out to me.
The sun may be my longing,
But I must return, back into the sea.
And as the ripples pull at me,
Back to a place I can heal.
I thank this final sunset...
For reminding me, such love is real.
