April 10th
She who surrounds me,
Her breath the tide,
A steady pattern of,
In out,
In out,
Waves recede and with them,
Aged sea glass tumbles backwards,
The tiny, sparkling jewels of the Sound,
I am only at peace,
When she is near,
Her breath the tide,
My home.
She who surrounds me,
Her breath the tide,
A steady pattern of,
In out,
In out,
Waves recede and with them,
Aged sea glass tumbles backwards,
The tiny, sparkling jewels of the Sound,
I am only at peace,
When she is near,
Her breath the tide,
My home.