Remember stormier days.
We dare.
You dare too much.
Run along now,
Weather foul or fair,
While strong wind blows.
Waves crash.
Salt stings eyes.
Skin tightens, face reddens.
Remember stormier days.
We dare...
You dare too much.
Tread over pools.
Lost thoughts,head towards the sea.
Waves break afar.
Backgrounded,
Doodling,
You disappear.
Remember stormier days.
We dare...
You dare too much.
Footnotes.
Hacking 'On the shore', I discover hidden waves, hidden rhythms.
I am swept out far to sea.
I love the sea.
'Westron wynde, when wilt thou blow,
ReplyDeleteThe small raine down can raine.
Cryst, if my love were in my armes
And I in my bedde again!'