A message from the sea
Tell me a secret, "Take me back to the night we met" While we dance slowly in the rhythm of harmony inside my head It's cold midnight and all the white flowers are dead Touching my lips, nose, eyebrows and hair as I watched above I stare then closing my eyes I saw sunrise Breathing in— slowly grasping; smiling, jamming with the keys of guitar, I heard the beat of my heart It smells more like chlorine Are you doing the same thing? She whispered, "It's a secret" It opened my eyes, for I know I was endlessly deep Deep as the unknown mysteries of the sea where throwing stones means memories
