Supernatural
Only the tip of a sunrise visible,
Like the morning light in a little girl's eyes.
I crave this freedom;
I find it only in this little ship.
Just my soul and as bread and butter, I am comfortable.
But, there is a treason at sea.
Is it me?
It is a wonder--supernatural cover of water.
The dark ones, who eternal in damnation grow, sit about me now.
How they whine and crow!
I am solo in this world of wet and bitter is my temperament.
I close the door to sentiment and I relish all my youth.
I realize that I am doomed:
Fear of love and fear of you.
But, you give me the keys to paradise.
It is you who sympathize.
You, in your perfection, grow.
I am cradled by your ocean's throw.
I crave your freedom in this little ship, for you alone can chart my trip.
And like these waves, I lose my grip and I sink into your arms.
--
Kevin Smith
