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