High Tide: August, 2005

Summer’s skin to winter’s touch
Seabreeze breath into the curtain
Like a fugitive I hide inside what I know
Here my words can mean so much
What is poetry is certain
Feel the beauty and the pain as rain falling slow
Tell me I am lonely
Here in the dying of the day
As the tide is creeping in
Give it to me only
I can perceive that there’s a way
That the wave will break again
Bits of driftwood on the shelf
Life of hesitance in motion
I collect what I can’t lose, I choose what I see
Tell me I am lonely
Here in the dying of the day
As the tide is creeping in
Give it to me only
I can perceive that there’s way
That the wave will break again
Every word I told you
Here in the dying of the day
As the tide is creeping in
Breathless I unfold you
I can perceive that there’s a way
That the wave will break again
Beauty’s been alone so long
Lost her will to see
Beauty knows that she’s been wrong
Promises to be undone