I have tried
to be still
with sweet words
cause they kill
From my shore
to your sky
as it feels
so far still
Ardent drums
beat at night
You could turn
with closed eyes
But you don’t
and you tell
me to breathe
It’s my right
I know you
own the breeze
as I steer
through this sea
Precious gold
I must hold
Free the locks
for this key
~
Scott Mitchell