Monday, October 03, 2005
I hear the tidecall out my name
as the waves lap up
against my ship;
the silent hum of the wind
could be
the lull before my storm
could it not;
a calling
for me to give myself away and
As you stand distant,
and view me with eyes that long, maybe;
at least I hope,
I am compelled
to walk to your shores somehow,
to know, to feel;
and in that, i feel I owe you everything
yet, you owe me nothing;
and so,
you are free
as I am,
the sea.
by my favourite squish player
Mina at 2:59 PM