Tuesday, November 11, 2008

the sea, she sings as blue as she is

My wings spread out
over these wheels
when we are driving.
Further,
further,
further away
until the hills are rolling
like crazy wombats.
The horses are leaning
like willows frozen mid-sway.

Is it the horizon?
Is it the sea?
No dear,
it’s just you and me.
My hand on your knee.
Fuck, I feel free.
And the silence
between the choirs of the tree
is when the ocean lullabies its
‘hello, where have you been’
I can run in any direction
Oh,
I can run in any direction

The sea,
she feels safe
as she carries us out
and your hand is perfect
resting in mine
as her waves throw us
here and there
Your hand is perfect
closing around mine
as she fills your lungs with brine
Your hand is perfect
clinging to time
as she washes across your frown
And I’m happy to drown,
love.
I’m happy for you to take me down

I’m happy for you to take me down

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