In the mist of a love less rein the transparent pain reveals hope shaped holes with kissing stoners waiting to be touched again
Hope me in arms that long for me
In tender freedoms like extasy
Holding back until I'm not any more
Away from Distant shores wanting more
Truth in silence I adjust to exist in the vacancy by myself
The self of wealth having traded sobriety with the addiction to love and feel again
In new found waves I tumble
Steady ground
Lost and found stepping closer to myself
I back away from you to see if its true
Pinching little feet by myself
Collapsing briefly to catch my breath