Grace

My vision comes quite late, I don’t quite believe, what it has to say, you roll within my thunder, exploding like a spray, lost in moans and numbers, you'll find out one day, when you retrieve, plans you’ve thrown away, my mind is still uncluttered, but inside I can reach, the need for love, I won’t stand betrayed, by your retreat, or sing any last refrain, it makes you wonder, stones, graves, wreaths, who splits who asunder, the memory of your face, is easy to receive, I'm making my own way, listening to the sea.