the Island
gold coin in the shallows
I watch him sleep
as he recedes
he takes
fragments of me
i am an island
you're the waves
will i drive him mad
just by being what i am?
what i want is forgiveness
this prayer is nothing new
and the roots drop through
i hired the marauders
at my door
i am the island
you're the waves
(unspoken stories)
run in my rivers
poison in his hands
their unspoken stories...
will we stand
or walk away
i am an island
you are the waves
now empty has a name
viewed closely nothing
is the same
and the moon god is our river
we are her slave
erode me
i am an island
he is the waves
i
want to stay long enough
to watch ages leave their tracks
resting on a common shore
a constant rhythm to explore
arms on the horizon
perhaps i am mistaken
beaches dry and barren
no words tonight but waves
i'm vague because
i'm empty at the core
and i am always hungry for more
the tide is strong, it takes my feet
no place to stand i will retreat
to the remotest realm
remain intact as i am
this is how i know
it's time to be destroyed again
i am an island
he is my waves