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