Throwing hose into the ocean.
Trying to pump in a wave
Of freshwater emotion.
But this body of blue
Is made of devotion and tears
Where I've no place to wade...
I feel the need
To photograph the sea.
Fill my emptied wall
With scenery
For lack of her.
Who does she come home to now?
Where do I display my sounds
When ears are gone
And skies are trapped
Behind the clouds
Of selfish Dawn?
Oh God, a song has lost
It's harmony...
Give me eternal rain.
I will forever pump out waterworks
And pray she eats the same...