Fall From High Up From Sea

Mountains a top a lonely hill

Watching them gives you a chill

Grasses sway to and fro

From the sand in see it all

If I fall

Upon the sea

Sea less hours I would wait

Wet and cold

Dead toned eyes

Kindly dies

Upon a rock

Water drifts from the sea to the shore

Wanting to a lore 

You away

Hair turned green, with sights of brown

Looking straight down

To the golden sand

The sun dies away

But doesn't stray

The moon shines high with colors so great

The state 

Of mind is drowned in Death

Moving forward is no more

I adore 

The move of life

Water so high

There's no where to go

Water is cold like snow

Mountains I saw were gone

The grass I saw was folded down

Salty taste in my mouth. Hurts the cuts and scrapes from my fall

Looking up it seemed so small

If only the water would leave

Maybe I could fell less pain

As the rain 

Starts to pore

Whishing I was he no more

Tears are falling from my face

Wondering if I will ever trace

My foot steps again
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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