The Sea Inside, Slowly
They say a moon is tangled in your hair
but somehow my fingers just can't take it away.
It's just that I have the sea inside,
inside my chest,
perhaps that is why it's so hard for me to breathe.
I walk slowly into the sea without touching the sand...
I wake up inside the sea trying to find a way to touch your voice,
to touch your scent...
but I can't.
I think I feel the sun right here,
warming my body;
perhaps that's why it's so heard for me to wake up.
I think I see the sea, the sea behind the mountain
but why is it so hard for me to find?