there is a sea in me...

there is a sea in me...
deep inside me a giant sea,
only a tiny boat in which to cross.
the oars...hidden,
the wood...weakening,
but made from the stuff of magic.
this boat in me is so small you see,
and comfortably makes passage for one.

there is a sea in me... deep inside me a giant sea,
welcoming of travellers but knowing few.
the water... cold.
the passage... uncertain.
daring the intrepid man to interrupt its waters.
the sea in me seems so vast you see,
resolute, entreating this passage for one.

this last glimmer of hope i see.
a preservation to battle against the sea.
a lifetime of worth and ease.
failing all else,
there is the urge to swim...

in me.

back at the beginning with you...

let's start over, back at the beginning.

we'll shake hands, turn about, stare at each other from across a crowded room.

double take.

triple step.

topple over.

turn about and begin again.

you'll say everything that comes to mind, and i will smile and say...

thank you.



we will live a dream within a dream.

a never ending tale of joy...

the sheer and unabiding affinity for ease.

a pleasing moment.

an effortful distance.

an unyielding attraction that wills the worlds to collide and expand upon themselves.



in essence, of essence... we will be strangers.

with history written only in the books that we'll never read.

and i will conjecture to write you well,

if only in my imagination,

as i do now but with limited memory.



i will remember you,

if we start over again.