It was late in the afternoon, and the fog was still settling over the coast like a blanket tightly tucked around us. The wind was blowing softly through the tall grass, and we walked just close enough to speak softly to one another. Even though we weren’t talking our souls seemed to always carry on…
You come alive On the sand Next to the ocean Running away so that the waves don’t catch you Your smile outshines the sun at it’s brightest Gathering your treasure stolen from the sea Hand and hand Smiling but not looking to see Following the path between the wet and dry Who are you today?…
I woke up with new eyes today The same blue eyes have sat on opposites sides of my nose from birth But when I woke up I seen the world differently I walked in such painful strides before Overlooking signs and appocoliptic visions of an end so near Yet I ran so far from myself…
