The nature of nature
but we won’t sink
Horizons, vessels sailing blindly into the mystery
the vessels far beneath us, their cries of the past float up.
Times past and forgotten.
We find ourselves in familiar settings, i sail with my friends and they wont stray.
We will navigate as they can sink in the swells, i set anchor.
This will be where i go down hand unto hand.
Sail away to the shore (sail away)
I watch the wind scalp the white off the waves.
As i tack on i see the ships of the past.
In the shallows i see thee rest unless you can sail yourself away.
Hand unto your hand, hand unto your beautiful hand.