I can hear the sea when it's quiet
In the silence of my mind
In the chaos of my thoughts
When they speak
I can hear the noise
It makes me think
I'm trapped here
I can hear the sea when I think, or rather
When I don't
Sagacious conversations
Over longs periods
of time
If time
Lets us stay
the same
I can hear the sea
On trains
Under tables
Incoherent observations
Over cups of tea
In the garden
On the swing
Where we used to sing
What we'd like to be
Before you left
Before you made me leave
I can hear the sea
When we're sleeping
With the lights out
In my dreams
When I sigh
And I mutter
That maybe it's best if
I can hear the sea
The rustle in my ears
When I stand up
After long-gone daisies
In our eyes
And the feeling
Of clinging to an idea
Until you go mad
swells up inside
I can hear the sea
My hands in the sand
The wind on my back
The leaves turn red
And fall from the trees
It makes me want to
Scream
I want to go to a faraway place
Where I can't hear the sea
When it's quiet
In the stillness
Of time
(But the sea is inside of me
And no matter where I go
How far I run
I'm always there.)
