Honey and Salt

It reminded me of you,
And like honey I knew,
I’d pour myself on,
The line we walk upon.

It’s the pounds and pounds of salt,
In the water,
That’s holding me back,
But it’s not pushing back.

If the world is an oyster,
Why do you feel so far.
If you gave me a boat,
Well I’d take your boat,
But I wouldn’t sail it to where you are.

If you gave me a boat,
Well I’d take your boat,
And I’d sail myself around,
This island right here,
That I’m standing on, dear,
In between lost and found.

If you’re sad,
Add salt to the water.

If the world is an oyster,
Why do I feel so far.
If you gave me a boat,
Well I’d take your boat,
But I wouldn’t sail it to where you are.

If you gave me a boat,
Well I’d take your boat,
And I’d sail myself around,
This island right here,
That I’m standing on dear,
In between lost and found.

tram poetry

he sits like a stone,
on the parkbench alone,
no letters, no sweaters,
just cold and alone.

she sits and she reads,
all wrapped in her beads,
through the pages she pleads,
for their lives to lead.

he sits like a preacher,
this picture his teacher,
through short cries and long sighs,
he hopes he can reach her.

f:)