A_Perfect_Sonnet
10-04-2005, 01:25 PM
Ben Stivers
10/4/05
Untitled Acoustic
Such was my inspiration...
I've stood in the tide now for days.
Morning spray,
To crash along these waves,
And what it is to break white at your tips.
Step cut stones pulled into place.
Speak last linguistic sparked through my face.
Untamed unconquered oceanscape,
And what it is to break right before your lips.
I want to die, this wake.
I tried to die in this wake,
To crash along these waves.
Lift this current above my breath,
Uncharted horizon sillouhettes.
Photographic memorial bested by the last gasp of the sunset.
I want to die, this wake.
I tried to die in this wake,
To crash along these waves.
I want to die, this wake.
I tried to die in this wake,
To crash along these waves.
And find solace in the night.
10/4/05
Untitled Acoustic
Such was my inspiration...
I've stood in the tide now for days.
Morning spray,
To crash along these waves,
And what it is to break white at your tips.
Step cut stones pulled into place.
Speak last linguistic sparked through my face.
Untamed unconquered oceanscape,
And what it is to break right before your lips.
I want to die, this wake.
I tried to die in this wake,
To crash along these waves.
Lift this current above my breath,
Uncharted horizon sillouhettes.
Photographic memorial bested by the last gasp of the sunset.
I want to die, this wake.
I tried to die in this wake,
To crash along these waves.
I want to die, this wake.
I tried to die in this wake,
To crash along these waves.
And find solace in the night.