I saw him walking from afar

The pier was old crooked and stained

But beyond that ragged wooded frame

The ocean was slick, like a wet open flame

Clouds opened up with sunlight shooting down to the depths

It made me think of heaven, it made me think of his lips

I made my way to the very end

There stood a man, tall and thin

I would have known him a thousand times

Even in darkness, in a different world, his mind was one of a kind

The end of the pier felt ruff and worn

Reminded me of an old soul who’s hands touched too many thorns

Yet never lose the love of a fresh cut rose

I could feel his eyes on me, I could even sense his pain

But I turned from the waves, far from his gaze,

When he called my name,

I never even bothered to look back

Xoxox

Lindsay