How To Start A Fire

Further Seems Forever

If you insist on pictures of shorelines

then i insist on pages of your lines

meant for me, to be sent to me.

remember watching the storms from the lifeguard stand

remember feeling the tingling in my fingertips, when i touch your lips

and i recall how you sat on the same side of me

it always seemed that you'd always be on my side, you're my best side.

and it's early June so the sand's still dry and you have got the boldest eyes

and I can't help but think it's right

that inside you it's me i'll find

and i'm still waiting...

and it's early June so the sand's still dry and the storm off shore's not far behind

and i'm still waiting...i'm still waiting

and sometimes we don't say a thing for a long while

and the ships off shore hold stories that we'd make

and sometimes we are held at bay by these miles

but less of you is more than i can take.

and the moments that we've shared could last a lifetime

and the faith i have in us will keep you near

but several hundred miles placed in between us

means several hundred words be sent by mail.

i hope this letter finds you well.