Still - Florist

In the evening is when ocean tempts me the most

Cold black water calling, but for what?

Is it for security, for shock, for eternity?

Dark into dark, I want it to pull me deeply

I think sound would disappear, light would too

That would be nice after a very earthly series of thoughts

And to think tide speaks to the shore

Similarly to the way I speak to death

Or to you who isn’t listening

Rather just standing still