Is it easy?
Passion's cove. A crag. The rip.
I bled in the ocean,
and held the sharks to my throat.
All for you.
Committing nothing more than my bodily sacrifice.
What else could I do?
Where is true love but in my last thrust upon the shore
and in you as you cry over my ideal.
The gulls above screaming and framing the moment in bliss, under the sun.
The mute reception of shock that it happened.
Witnessed by the natural earth,
which has always given us a backdrop of beauty.
They will say it was in vain, but in love there is nothing but absolute depth.
The courage to show more than we can see for ourselves.
Only they notice its truth :
Birds circling above and a lover's last image,
masked and made watery by a dream he remembered -
He had wanted to help,
but forgot his way home.
The moon ascended and lit a smile which whispered a key.
Then it was gone.
I bled in the ocean,
and held the sharks to my throat.
All for you.
Committing nothing more than my bodily sacrifice.
What else could I do?
Where is true love but in my last thrust upon the shore
and in you as you cry over my ideal.
The gulls above screaming and framing the moment in bliss, under the sun.
The mute reception of shock that it happened.
Witnessed by the natural earth,
which has always given us a backdrop of beauty.
They will say it was in vain, but in love there is nothing but absolute depth.
The courage to show more than we can see for ourselves.
Only they notice its truth :
Birds circling above and a lover's last image,
masked and made watery by a dream he remembered -
He had wanted to help,
but forgot his way home.
The moon ascended and lit a smile which whispered a key.
Then it was gone.