Wash Our Soles

We pull the black linens over our heads
A million pinholes allow the light to be read
The salty air conveys the words that we breathe
They drop from our lips into the hungry sea

What if our toes would meet beneath Nova Scotian sand?
Water dragged ashore by the tired ocean's hand
To bathe the day's regrets from the soles of our feet
And only then will lips and fingers finally meet

My sight has never fallen on so many stars
Your cheek kisses the skin on the side of my arm
As the curtain drops over your sand-laden eyes
Sleep, my dear; I'll wake you when the waters rise

What if our toes would meet beneath Nova Scotian sand?
Water dragged ashore by the tired ocean's hand
To bathe the day's regrets from the soles of our feet
And only then will lips and fingers finally meet

Open your eyes and let the water cleanse your heart
Bare your core to my ever open arms
You're only as ready as you want to be
You're only as ready as you want to be
You're only as ready as you want to be
You're only as ready...



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Paul Kirol
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