Standing here… staring at the Sea
Without you, without me
A sleep find me, where I want to find you – and me
Something, like the sea
Vast, seamless… a formless sea of free
Here we are, pinning numbers to dreams
In this world of size, where everything just seems… time wait for tomorrow
I am you and you are me… discovery
As quiet as a drift, this deepening chill amongst someone missed
Words become like stone
Stone builds the walls where silence falls… becomes the home
Where words become like stone
Sinking with the sun into the sea… into a dark undone
The cup is full, no time erased
All things come, forgetting – none, yet… ‘No, nothing is wrong’
Regret, long hurt and vivid song
His-stories and things, in this box of wings
Things far – sometimes near
Leave me, leave me… so I can see
So I can see, to be here, now
So here I stand, staring at the Sea
Without you, without me
A sleep find me, where I want to find you
Oceans to believe… and me?
Something like the Sea
Vast, seamless… a formless sea of free.
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