by Andre Rodriguez
Dear swells of ocean that control your seas. What will it take to have you find me? Should I glide as a wind and reach out my hand, Or should I wade in silence on the banks of your sands? I can see through the pools of your robotic condition. Hearing a heart that beats in partition. I am a particle in the wake of your tantrum. My fingers of patience will mute these short strums. My vessel is young and it bows from above. It could sail forever in the sea of your love.
Last updated April 23, 2013