In the morn of days, when time was but young,
God’s gentle hands beheld, creation sung...
Many words written of death...
I've seen you hiding in
the shadows...
Where have you gone - will you be coming back?
Will you be like you were before...
i am drowning.
except, i'm landlocked...
Standing in dark storm,
not to turn back...
Barefoot in nature
I release all my tension...
There is always this moment
before a car smash...
Not the salt.
The water hurts...
I wish I could forget yesterday,
legs curled in...
With logs and sticks we built our walls
And patched the roof with straw and moss...
Just walk with me
Let me look over and see...