Skipping Stones

You are the first thing I see,
when I open my eye when I wake
from a dream,
you're the light through a rip
and the seams,
bursts forth from the light onto dark stars it clings,
but with morning sun we also see,
that it's shapes appear so gradually,
I'm so afraid to feel this way again
but I let you in,

Love is the loudest of sounds,
it's the the hum in the air,
it's the dirge from the ground,
you've got a hold over me,
still my world disappears
and you're all I see,

But in solitude we're often chased,
by the truths we are afraid to face,
and it takes more than just a fleeting dream
to set us free,
like how we tried to skip a sinking stone,
just to watch how long that it could go,
I'm so afraid to fall in love again,
I know how it ends,

And if I try to skip a sinking stone,
maybe it will be the one that goes
forever as it starts its flight,
towards the horizon line