the sea and its horizon
disillusionment; i’ve been waiting for weeks now
he said that he would call
friendships die from broken promises
clutching for answers that will never come
yet strands of age grow within the veins
a mirage of newfound wisdom
filled with tears, glossy pearls
fall from clouds, the rain;
history hides from sunshine’s rays
running towards the moon
written words on a page tell the story
yesterday is dead, don’t you see
the present is now and now is gone
tomorrow may never come along
yesterday’s men hang on to today
to sing in the old fashioned way
the sea desires the horizon line, she is
unwelcoming; his touch feels foreign
to her, how can they be so intertwined
yet allow such space to split them?
thunder rolls the die, eyes fill with freshwater
flowers sprout from the looking glass
so much time has passed, running
running away has gotten me nowhere
and it never will, or maybe someday my wounds
will heal, and I won’t feel so gray
