.My words are tired
Would they get to you?
..When you’ll open my letter
?Would your fingers touch mine
Your presence lingers here
.Across the ocean
See how my words are running from me
Dragging my heart
..Dragging my soul
.And on this eastern starry night
,I look to the western ocean and smile
..To those ships sailing west
Carrying my soul across the Atlantic
While I stand on a southern shore of an ..eastern sea
..My soul travels without me
.I open your letter
.Kiss your fingertips between the words
And I long for the ships
Sailing across the ocean
Across the surface of my heart
.That is only yours
Deeper than the Atlantic
..I smell your letter
.Inhale your scent
Feel the touch of your lines
A never written music
Jump from the paper
..Right into my chest
So they can build a place for you
.An altar within my chest
Where they light up all my words for you.
And burn all my letters.
The moon shies and hides into the ocean.
At you altar. All my words are sacrificed.
All my letters are burnt.
Only your alphabet remains
Rewriting all the names of love.
Fingers to fingers ..
Letter to letter, we touch.
And between the lines, we hold hands.
Your words write themselves on my lips ..
Through my hair
On my bare skin
And all the forgotten music comes from your west ..
From the depth of your Atlantic
All the words dance in your altar blessing our love ..
As they whisper ..
Wait for her ..