11-20-2023, 11:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-24-2023, 10:56 PM by TranquillityBase.)
It’s too late for me
to be saved by a virgin’s song
lifted into the air
by the sounds of the surf
here below the tide’s boundary
where I wander a path
across the polished debris
of ocean’s leave taking.
I can only shrug at my own goodbye
to a siren’s call
as the sun rises to illuminate
the hours that death overtakes.
to be saved by a virgin’s song
lifted into the air
by the sounds of the surf
here below the tide’s boundary
where I wander a path
across the polished debris
of ocean’s leave taking.
I can only shrug at my own goodbye
to a siren’s call
as the sun rises to illuminate
the hours that death overtakes.