I can feel the encroaching tide approaching right on time.
Sailors pass on boats that slowly move in the night.
I struggle just to hear her speak, her voice is soft or
my ears are weak.
The wind whips past in the oceans crashing roar.
In the light of this full moon shes beautiful even more.
When we get together and talk, they're beautiful conversations.
The way we sit together and write makes beautiful lines.
Even when we sit together in silence, it's a beautiful silence.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 12:32 PM UTC
I can feel the encroaching tide approaching right on time.
Sailors pass on boats that slowly move in the night.
I struggle just to hear her speak, her voice is soft or
my ears are weak.
The wind whips past in the oceans crashing roar.
In the light of this full moon shes beautiful even more.
When we get together and talk, they're beautiful conversations.
The way we sit together and write makes beautiful lines.
Even when we sit together in silence, it's a beautiful silence.
