The Hold and the Chase
That pretty stone from the beach?
Yes, I had to have it
So I picked it up
Tossed it onto my blanket.
Sneaked it away, yes –
Took it into my hold
Took it away to the sunny warmth,
Away from the water’s cold.
Are you of the sea?
Or of the sands?
No it doesn’t matter –
Cuz you’d still be in my hands.
Discoveries add meaning
To days otherwise crazed
Reignite the spirit
And dreams and desires to be chased.
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