You ask me if I feel the words that the whole world uses so freely
You ask me thinking that if I don't answer yes it means less
How can I explain what this is with my fresh ears and hard skinned toes?
I have sailed ships to foreign shores
keeping my feet on board without getting wet
but now I am less afraid and dip my feet in
one by one
savoring the bubbles, the foam, the salt
it's good for your skin you know
I have had many adventures on my ship
my proud deck before me
the somatical pirate, the cheap captain
the land, a distant and lovely reminder
making me wonder
can I become a fish
and swim back to my love?
For many hours, the dry salt air stung my sleepy skin
I forgot the softness of dry land, the infant grass between my toes
And now ashore, it seems my words fail me
But look closely...
for my heart is in the things I do
and my love is in the time I give
For many hours I have spent alone without meaningful exchange
dead men tell no tales so my words ARE sure to fail me
But have patience and lean closer now
Can you hear something?
That creaky muscle is ripening
It's flowers are growing a little higher every day
as much as a juiceless, salt eaten root can manage
Once it was peach and lilac
and in the summer for you it shall be again
