Faces On a Page

The sea guards my body, the far shore my soul
It is wild in the wood tonight
We could keep lying here, why go outside?
Is it time to let their world and our world collide?
Marie painting faces on a page
Her body shakes, fascinates the snake
How can I write when I feel like I’m dead sitting still?
The wind and the leaves and thin webs in my hair
Silent as spiders tonight
We could keep lying here, why go outside?
Is it time to let their world and our world collide?
Marie painting faces on a page
Her body shakes, fascinates the snake
How can I write when I feel like I’m dead sitting still?
Marie painting faces on a page
Her body shakes, fascinates the snake
How can I write when I feel like I’m dead sitting still?
Is my head or my heart feeling ill?