La mer, she swallows my words.
For those I don’t know how to form the sentences;
those, can’t even speak out.
She sees it through, and returns in waves.
there comes a time when nothing can be seen through,
none can be fought,
let it drift,
until the shore is hit
Turn the light on, and be there.
Need no words.
I know love is all around, even though rough shelter is what we’ve got.