Still

Written By
Emily Sprague

In the evening is when ocean tempts me the most
Cold black water calling, but for what?
Is it for security, for shock, for eternity?
Dark into dark, I want it to pull me deeply
I think sound would disappear, light would too
That would be nice after a very earthly series of thoughts
And to think tide speaks to the shore
Similarly to the way I speak to death
Or to you who isn't listening
Rather just standing still