In that infinite black glass,
Moonlight shatters over waves,
Hope making its way to shore.
There is beauty here, in that great empty
The thought of being enveloped,
And surrendering as the surface falls away.
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts On The Way Of Things.
In that infinite black glass,
Moonlight shatters over waves,
Hope making its way to shore.
There is beauty here, in that great empty
The thought of being enveloped,
And surrendering as the surface falls away.
Run your hand across the glass waves
While our smiles echo under azure skies.
Let the water pull your shame and fear
And wash it away
Over a gray horizon.
Take the plunge with me.