He slipped too many times for it to be accidental, Gurgling underwater; and sinking from the vessel. He too, had supplied the deaths aboard the deck, Where drowning and breath paddled; all atop his neck. Do you know his struggle, until you've met the sea? Where fish swim past on their way, and you clamber just to breathe. Sputtering on bubbles, his exhaling's a crusade, But please don't feel bad for him, that's just an average day-
connected to the end of a fishing line, pulled by a hook the eye, reeled onto the deck by a strong grip, lashing out against every touch, try to hold me down and still my movements, screaming for air while swallowing nothing, soon limp i'm tossed aside as you go back to the reel, pray that others will see my blood on; your hook in disguise
I have visions of me Standing in a sun beam In one of your cabled sweaters Too big for me But thick, warm, white, and comfy On a deck we built To add to our dream home There's a field of tall grass Behind me, and it stretches for miles My hair is soft brown and long Blowing in the gentle morning breeze You bring me a cup of coffee Still wearing that same beanie You've been wearing since I've known you Your broad smile takes up your whole face Disappearing only when you reach for a kiss And there it is returned You wrap an arm around me from behind And we stand there Sipping coffee and enjoying the stillness of us
I daydream about this constantly. It's an outward perspective. And all I can see is a couple that loves each other more than anything.