It would ebb and flow
Much as the tide
One line lapping at the next
Ethereal
The imperceptible presence of salt
A mineral bath for the senses
Our secret
I’m telling you here
If
We sang
It would ebb and flow
Much as the tide
One line lapping at the next
Ethereal
The imperceptible presence of salt
A mineral bath for the senses
Our secret
I’m telling you here
If
We sang
Two-in-the-morning.
His hot feet. Her racing mind.
May they wake on-time.
Sight, knowledge
Good God, acceptance!
Which arrives first
Which ought
Come forth distant Light
End false assumptions
Halt eternal dusk
‘Tis better to sleep
Or sleep walk
Than to walk
Through that lonely ol’ door
Anymore
Notice the music
Close your eyes remembering
Be kissed back to sleep
Yes and I did not sleep warm last night
While each sentence you speak thinks now it holds leverage with my sleepy senses
In fact it holds none
My muddled thoughts aren’t muddled at all
They are determined
To not be
Taken
Advantage
Of
So I can clearly tell this
I love who I see
A weakness of mine I’d not trade as a weaker one would
Though I marvel at the back
And forth
I don’t tire
It is why you still stand
Would there be the same sounds
That pierce and too-perfectly calm
The closing of distance
The decreasing proximity
The changing acoustics will call
Awaken!
And shall sing you to sleep, alike
None ebony plan
Do you have for where I ache
Sing me then to sleep
Sweet Sleep will you come
The way before you sure would
Spilling in my night