Speak the words that we could never say.
Touch what is there but disappearing, heat and cold, sensations pulsing, skipping beats.
Clean rain divebomb from the sky,
come out of the wet completely dry.
Shadows cover lighted landscape,
face in the ground but breathing.
I find myself on an endless beach,
digging into the damp sand.
Digging...
see the world from the inside out,
and the wind begins to paint me gray.
The wind paints me gray.
If I let go, I'll be blown away;
the wind paints us gray.
I hum, and the wind hums in tune with me.
Hums and breathes out to sea,
and the wind keeps blowing on.
The wind keeps blowing on.
If I let go, it will keep me up;
The wind keeps blowing on.