“What is the difference if I were a visible or invisible wave on the surface of the sea .
“If I crash against the shallow tide will I be recognized after?”
“Will the blast of my anguish quiver the walls of oblivion?”
“Does my existence matter to you?”
“Can I survive without the opal of the sky?”
“I’m left calm against the open surface”
“Waiting for your return.”
If not for the breeze of your memory,
I would not dare to breathe
I would not dare to be.
I wait until I am free
To move which way I please,
And join the painted sea.