What if I’m worthy?
Of paintings and poetry
Picnics and pretty things
Not just empty imaginings
What if the ocean roars I’m worthy?
As I swim deep into its infinity
Embraced and drawn deep
Into a pool of love awake from sleep
What if you whispered into my ear I’m worthy?
Buried so deep it’s time to unearth me
Stretch me out across your sandy shore
And watch me unravel as you me adore
What if I was always worthy?
Waiting, wailing, burning into eternity
Until I caught my reflection in your eye
And when I saw you see me soaring high
I reached for your hand
And you heard me sigh
I’m ready to be worthy
Of paintings and poetry
Picnics and pretty things
Make me be my imaginings
Wash me away
With you
Tonight