trickling drip-drops of foot prints echoing along-side the ocean shore...
i can feel you here.
can you, see --me?
the ocean screams at me in waves of you,
from the future; a vision comes to me...
soaked up in white and deeply saturated in orange fire-light.
can you, feel --me?
I see you.
bright ash of memories fade to dusty skies,
her presence memorialized now, by a thousand grain of sand's flowing down the half-moon, rolling on forever, knowing...
i am nowhere, without you.
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 8:25 PM UTC
trickling drip-drops of foot prints echoing along-side the ocean shore...
i can feel you here.
can you, see --me?
the ocean screams at me in waves of you,
from the future; a vision comes to me...
soaked up in white and deeply saturated in orange fire-light.
can you, feel --me?
I see you.
bright ash of memories fade to dusty skies,
her presence memorialized now, by a thousand grain of sand's flowing down the half-moon, rolling on forever, knowing...
i am nowhere, without you.
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