The Wash Away

A sullen bay.
The night tide takes another deep stride into the wash away
Of another day. It's ok.

And the sun will play.
And with the dance, give the rest of us a chance to begin again
Let it in again, but till then,

I'll write it down
The way the moon crashes right into the ground without a single sound
Broken all around, and I found,

That I still remain
And I can stay and with confidence say into the window pane
I'm a subtle frame - there's no shame.

We all belong
A million me microscopic ID and it's a holy throng
What if a zillion strong? A slow song.

So here we are.
We chase time as we're nourished in the slime of the reservoir
Under a dying star, it's too far.

And we'll never reach
A nice thought but we always get caught inside the empty breach
There's not a sould to teach, so don't preach.

Release the day
I can't stay so let everything decay and ride the open fray
Into the wash away. It's ok. Release into another day.
I can't stay so ride into the wash away.