You look like an electrical storm
waiting to happen.
There is thunder in the way
you crack your bones;
you only smile when it rains, and
I’ve finally figured out why. It’s
because there is lightning in you
and you’re bursting at the joints
to let it out.
1 year ago
1 year ago
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, -John Masefeild
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
It’s always our self we find in the sea.