My feet are wet and the sun is warm
Sitting here and feeling torn
Give it time or give it space?
All matters not by the river.
Not much room in my mind to just be
Feeling less sturdy, sing to me
Jeans rolled up, the rock beneath
All matters not to the river.
Speaking the language of centuries
Trying to conquer my soul’s lethargy
Drowning out all but thee
Everything is everything, my river.
Posted by James Tomasino (@mr_ino) on September 20, 2012 at 1:24 pm
Beautiful.
Posted by Desiree Kane on September 20, 2012 at 1:26 pm
<3 thank you.