My feet are on the ground, but I want to dive into water.
I want to change my skin
to have a chance to begin
anew.
To keep walking with you,
in the calming absence of light,
all the way down on the ocean floor
Seashells washed ashore
will call for help that we don’t need
Sharks will roam around,
corals will bleed,
and I won’t get enough of you
The fading days of our youth
seem so vapid and empty now
From this point of view
Spirit of Tara 