Jun 09, 2005 16:34
sounds like waves upon a sea too far to reach. but i'll gather up my men and try to sail on it again, and we’ll walk and quietly talk all through the country of your skin, made up of pieces of the places that you’ve dreamed and that you’ve been. we will sleep outside in tents upon this unfamiliar land, and in the morning we’ll awake, as a foreign dawning breaks, my men and i we will awake and try again.