You have such a lovely voice, and your style is great; so relaxing and smooth. 

the surface, too - wonderful, meaningful.

though every word so hurried and so hard to believe;

waves reflecting every ray of an angry sun...

spitting up the salt that blinds my eyes
--
but her poems will not be
condemned as empty by the depths beneath

as they hold me
floating here, received before the stars

(pre)
recalling stories lived out on the land

holding every (sacred) letter written in my lungs

the breath and life that hovered once above

the flesh and blood that wrestled from the ground

(chorus)
	and oh humanity
	you've spoken sweetly from those lonely trees

	and I'll remember thee
	as I tread the heavy history underneath

--
and sure, I will believe 
there must be a bottom to this sea - (how else the miles of water keep)

but I will not explore 
swimming anxious to scrape the ocean floor

whatever I've lost I'm sure it will be found

whatever sank beneath my feet me will be retrieved
(pre)
(chorus)
--
so I'd prefer to breath
the salty air, the sweet vapor here

with my head above the waves
receiving every strand of light from the white warm sun

and celebrate the stories from the land

and hold on to every letter written in my lungs

The surface, too - take 2

Keith Kolakowski

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