unfamiliar ceilings -
the sky
openings for a soul
must we know that we will die?
to force the sea grow still
in the prospect of saving
one wave
(a trough without
a crest)
all perishes
and death comes in the form of
tears
in the eyes of the people who love you
(along deserted roads
life never lies
never really hides from you
the necessity of loss)
the sky
openings for a soul
must we know that we will die?
to force the sea grow still
in the prospect of saving
one wave
(a trough without
a crest)
and death comes in the form of
tears
in the eyes of the people who love you
(along deserted roads
life never lies
never really hides from you
the necessity of loss)
