I Saw Her Through The Glittering Sun

I saw her through the glittering sunPerched high upon the lifeguard standPerfectly sculpted under bright skyKnees weak, tripping in the soft sandThe gulls echoing a distant cryDreams of love & what could beThe salt air marinating upon our skinI’ve lost my heart here upon the sea

I’m Getting Old

OMG! I’m getting old I’m actively searching For the edited version Methodically perching Watching their content Preserving young minds Cultivating the innocence For you can never rewind