I wish I was there with you,
Watching the ocean break its green
On white Australian rock.
I wish I was there with you,
Seeing a thunder storm form,
Knowing the only shelter we had
Was our rental car parked
On an Arizonan desert roadside,
As we opened our bottles and prepared
For the night.
I wish that was your hand in mine,
As we counted crows landing on
Stonehenge. That that was you
I shared a snow cave with
In the deadly sub-zeros of the Finnmark
Plains. I wish that was you with me.
Even going for walks here, under the
Northern Lights on a January night,
Both dimmed with dad's home brew and
What not, content with the fact
That we'd wish
We were there with
Each other, if with
Anyone else.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
I wish I was there with you,
Watching the ocean break its green
On white Australian rock.
I wish I was there with you,
Seeing a thunder storm form,
Knowing the only shelter we had
Was our rental car parked
On an Arizonan desert roadside,
As we opened our bottles and prepared
For the night.
I wish that was your hand in mine,
As we counted crows landing on
Stonehenge. That that was you
I shared a snow cave with
In the deadly sub-zeros of the Finnmark
Plains. I wish that was you with me.
Even going for walks here, under the
Northern Lights on a January night,
Both dimmed with dad's home brew and
What not, content with the fact
That we'd wish
We were there with
Each other, if with
Anyone else.
