Friday, January 11, 2013

Creeping Tide

Oh all of this time
We let it slip past us
As unnoticed as the creeping tide
I want to feel nothing but your body
Alone
Just you and I

You can go
And I will be OK
Its nothing troubling my dear
Just a touch of slipping youth
Dressed in neon gray

So when will we be
Only you and me
Looking at this summer sky
Feeling your hand
Warm in mine
Can I be yours?
Because I call you 'mine'

I don't care where we meet
From the silence of your room
To the constant stomping feet
Of the never resting street

Never recognizing a single thing
From the wind that whips you and me
To signs that litter the streets
All I feel is your hearts beat for me