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I don’t think I’ll be who I was before
I searched the seas for her
Crested the violent waves
For days (for years)
And saw a new shore
To crawl upon
The sands were rougher
They scrubbed away my dead skin
Unanchored from the ship I loved
I could finally breathe again

I am less than a prophet
But the rhythm of the stars these days
Soothes me to sleep
And I don’t believe it yet
(I’m starting to want to)
There are mountains worth climbing ahead
I hear it in the waves
I choose the bigger life

She sleeps at the bottom of the sea
I carry her with me
All she wanted and all she loved
A talisman to bless, to curse
To breathe into me
When I lose my air
I am still her
And not at all
I love her
And that’s the key
I love her