Calm Seas

Wanderlust to wonder lust ashes to ashes dust to dust that's what they were
killed for.
Open hands skies are falling
those that feel tend their calling in the field of
wonder.
Flying high learning to soar
away you say
but nothing more
than tasting air upside down and
that's where I turned my frown.
Even though the stream is ever lasting I'll forever sow and be casting
the line of your heartbeat
so that when you bite,
I'll know to reel it in toward mine.
Feeling this real
never
tasted
so
good.