Sworn to secrecy, I might go after school,
She was an angel, I saw her swimming there…
Slicing through the blue,
Darting and dancing
A wild cadence of skin, scale, and wave
She swam
And he,
Poor earthen boy of green
Standing and staring
A silent song of skin, cloth, and dirt
He gazed
And she…
I am in such a mess I can't cope without this
She just teases me pretends she can't see me here.
She knew he was there. She smiled, ivory teeth glimmering in the sunlight.
The water shimmered without diamonds and the call from the trees to his heart was so strong.
Just a little boy, that one, even though he was wearing long pants now. Just a little boy, learning how to lean on his faith for himself.
The trees were whispering to him. "To love another person is to see the face of God." It was hundreds of years before that line would be written, but time doesn't matter to those who slip through it slowly.
He thought he was going crazy.
So let me go out there
I can breathe fresh air
To know the way the ocean loves
To know her salty touch
To live without it is not have lived at all
The thought of surviving another day
The thought of struggling another hour
The thought of swimming dove into his mind
Stay with you all night
Just let me love you
Just for a while want to
Be with you all night
He plunged into the waters. And she saved him, dragging him to the sun, to the sky, so that he could breathe before they leapt away.
As the silky waves caressed their skin, she taught him how to live.
Until I fall asleep
Just let me be here
I won't tell anyone
Don't want to wake up
Don't make me leave
Don't make me breathe
I don't want to be the loner on the beach
I don't want to be alone
Let me dream
Let me live
The blind lead the blind so why can't I find my way
This could be heaven but I don't know where I am
He came to his senses on the sandy shore, still damp.
It was almost dawn.
He was alone.
Carefully he stood up, sore and bruised. Slowly the memories returned as he trudged up the hill. Every moment of the frantic swim returned, and behind those came the memories of who he was when he walked the earth.
I am too scared to come out from behind here
My body is aching it feels like it's wearing me
How could he have forgotten his God?
How could he have forgotten school and his family?
So let me go out there
I can breathe fresh air
But maybe it was a good thing…