: :

then i can walk
poetry in my mind

and you in my hand
 

if i ever took from you
tell me

i'm sure i
might be listening
 
 

it's so lovely
outside
and being near to you

don't worry if i
am staring at the
ocean

the moon pulls
and tugs at the waves
as well  : :
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

alternative two <  > oak trees

poetic ^