A vision never fading, I watch you from afar
Reaching out with silver arms, your waves are like alar
I pull you and I feel you come, the Earth’s grip holds you back
Cresting high, you try to fly, then fall into the black
This force that comes between us, yet keeps us in our place
It’s both a curse, and somehow still an ever present grace
’Cause even though we cannot touch, I know you’re always there
Your white cap waves, my midnight rays, entwined beyond compare
-Blake Dos
