In the shallow waters where I walk I beg for it to drown me. Swallow up my limb and life til waters all surround me. I speak of life above the knee, the ever-clinging air. A fluid full of promises, but none that seem to care. A boy upon the beach, his mother's hand surrounding his. The sand inside his toes, the ocean playing as it gives. She is glowing, not from sunlight, but from radiance within, For deep within the water she has found that she is him. He turns his head, so happy, locking eyes I smile wide. He blushes, giggles, stampers, his emotions he can't hide. I wave and he returns it, lacking grace that comes with age, But in that wild flailing motion he has freed me from a cage. I am suddenly aware that I am trapped between two frames, The air that I am breathing is a sustenance to pain. My feet are in the water.
Sands of Change
Sands of Change
Sands of Change
In the shallow waters where I walk I beg for it to drown me. Swallow up my limb and life til waters all surround me. I speak of life above the knee, the ever-clinging air. A fluid full of promises, but none that seem to care. A boy upon the beach, his mother's hand surrounding his. The sand inside his toes, the ocean playing as it gives. She is glowing, not from sunlight, but from radiance within, For deep within the water she has found that she is him. He turns his head, so happy, locking eyes I smile wide. He blushes, giggles, stampers, his emotions he can't hide. I wave and he returns it, lacking grace that comes with age, But in that wild flailing motion he has freed me from a cage. I am suddenly aware that I am trapped between two frames, The air that I am breathing is a sustenance to pain. My feet are in the water.