A poem, a song, a lyric....words in all their glory!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
It was cold and steely the weather that day. Just like her eyes whenever she gets mad at me. And there was a silence not grim but mellow, I rested my gaze on the horizon, below the sea waving away to glory, churning out sea foam by the seconds. And I was completely immersed in the bustle of the sea.