Old Poem I Fished Up

Picture of the Sea

I wish I painted a picture of the sea,

where I would lose my dreams.

where the swirling colors could toss me here and there.

And I’d lose my way drifting there.

So that I’d find an archipelago,

and watch the sunset,

Oh and feel the freedom through the wind,

and have the sun burn my skin,

where the ocean would wash my sins,

and the salt would get in my wounds.

Oh I wish I painted a picture of the Sea that’s always flowing and waving at me,

where I could die in this worthless dream,

and the sea would have apart of me.

I wish I painted a picture of the sea,

So you could be you, I could be me,

And we’d know what we could be.