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Hey there, there are times like this,

i wish you were near enough

to just be able to speak thoughts and feelings



to you that i whisper to the wind.



It's quiet, and this part of the world is

generally silent.

Some times when i walk i think about things i would express



to you and wonder your responses..



There is this deep curiousity

i know will never be breeched.

I walk the shore, and as much

as i would like to believe you're in tune

with my attempts to reach

out to you on a soul-connected frequency,

my thoughts are beached.

It's different then it once was.

I know there'll be no changes and no answer.

Tomorrow will continue just beyond

the rhealms of where water

stagnates..where there

is just a teasing trickle of a stream,..

or thinking back to the edge

of a dying wave just touching drying gills,

a trickle of hope

if you will. Water torture.

Dellusional mirages in the desert.



Travel

the rivers and oceans

in our lives, and at the delta

you'll find just a dangling possibility



hanging from and damming up a waterfall.



Canoo  

the rivers and oceans

in our minds, and at the heart of it

you'll find just a dangling possibility



hanging from and damming up a waterfall.



It will never rise above but it will hold on.



Sometimes i ask why i deserve so little.

No offense, what i mean...

Is I've loved and been loved.

I've been engaged, i've been all alone.

I've been chased, Maybe still am.

Maybe.. All of those possibilities

seem to go somewhere,

one way or another;

but what i find is i'm stuck on one situation

the one i have no ability to alter,

and one that really

has no hope. We can

only give hope to a situation,..

hope cannot just walk in on it's own.

Cause one persons hope can carry just a cross.



It can't carry whispers to a closed heart.

There's no keyhole, just a code to unlock.

A code that didn't open with a thousand tries.

Alone walking this ocean shore until it dies.