With an eye on the horizon
And waves crashing on the shore
With a love lost at sea
...
In August, she hung yellow curtains in the window
She danced and sang along to the radio
She flung paint across a canvas and
Laughed when the walls were splattered
...
My life is very much a work in progress.)
Lost At Sea
With an eye on the horizon
And waves crashing on the shore
With a love lost at sea
And his breath on the wind
With an ear to the echo
And an eye to the deep
With salt in the air
And the taste of brine on skin
Roaming far,
Coming home.