Crossing
the swell
Below
me, way off low,
sworls
of turbulence grow.
driven
by a force unseen,
those
waters look awfully mean.
such
trivia I shall know,
captivated
by these edy's below.
would
you have been so keen.
If
I had been your dream ?
Under
currents will run strong,
just
like you and me belong.
in
a similar part of joy,
like
the proverbial child and toy.
a
day came and I sat among(st)
the
beautiful Daisey's carried along.
washed
away out to sea,
like
this love you're giving me.
No comments:
Post a Comment