Into Troubled Seas Onto Waving Shores
Stage one: Sparkle in the Dark
A tiny kiss,
A tiny box
A little boy
A little rag, a little cold
An empty heart
An empty echo
A pretty girl
A pretty nothing, a pretty shiver
The wonder
The marvel
And the waves call
And the mist flies
Come, come
Little fiddle, pretty follower
And they hold hands
And they jump in
Stage two: The Walk
The waves roar
The mist sings
A growing kiss
A growing warmth, a growing pain
The little boy walks on
The water washes over
A shrinking heart
A shrinking doubt, a shrinking cold
The little girl leans on
The little leader walks on
Stage three: Lasting Heal
The pain is gone
The waves bristle
The little boy
With the tiny box
The little girl
With an empty heart
He walks to shore
And holds the box
Small and sweet
She follows
And looks up
Curious and trusting
He takes the box
With the growing kiss
And places it in her heart
She looks up
Smiles.
He looks up
Smiles.
The new path begins
Hand in hand
One in one
A little box
A little kiss
An empty heart
An empty echo
Now, a filled box
In an trusting heart
Now, a sweet kiss
In a singing wave
Copyright © Put Gene | Year Posted 2011
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