you have to scratch
in the dirt
to see the soil.
You have stretch time
to reach tomorrow.
I was looking for someplace
to put down this poem
carried to long and thirsting
for a little water from another time.
You saw time as a river
and watched me wash away
I see time as Ocean
where rivers dry up
Ocean becomes and stays.
So I carry this love of you.
to scratch a bit in the dirt.
I am looking for some way to show
you ocean deeps
can never wash you away.
Driftwood needs no one to gather it, to stack or burn.
And you had no need of me.
So this is some thing for me to settle
at the bottom of the sea.
in the dirt
to see the soil.
You have stretch time
to reach tomorrow.
I was looking for someplace
to put down this poem
carried to long and thirsting
for a little water from another time.
You saw time as a river
and watched me wash away
I see time as Ocean
where rivers dry up
Ocean becomes and stays.
So I carry this love of you.
to scratch a bit in the dirt.
I am looking for some way to show
you ocean deeps
can never wash you away.
Driftwood needs no one to gather it, to stack or burn.
And you had no need of me.
So this is some thing for me to settle
at the bottom of the sea.
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