Saturday, October 30, 2010


step you take ahead.
Two you take behind.
It doesn’t work like this, you know?

As you look
onto the seas,
as the waves splatter
onto your face.
As the sun strokes the waves,
and descends upon your
silent face.
As the clouds gather
over your head
covering you from the sun.
So will I be there
to protect you;
you’ll never want to run.