In a letter to my soul,
I laid the setting and the toll
For conscious driving bitter tears
upon days growing old
and the only blame left to give
is the blame I have left to own

So, ink and blood and bruises sore
I set this song upon the score
and lay these salted, teardrop waves
On a lonely and penitent shore

The scarlet moon cuts deep as deep
in the constant watch while I can't sleep
Your silent heart is my own cell
Here as my soul drives the ocean swell

In these tides of night,
that churn the yearning upon the bed
and constant battles raging in a restless head
I expound the tale to remind myself
Of the way you broke on the day love fell

Dearest soul still so distraught
What has this painful lesson brought?
Where will it end, this bottomless sea
Can the love I forsook, return ever to me?

July 2nd, 2018