In the cover of blue,
Her eyes glisten beyond the sunset’s last glow.
A high tide Atlantic Ocean’s might thrusts into the rocks below,
Shooting up suds like the initial aftermath of a one-hit knock out.
I perch above the battlefield chucking rocks into infinite depths.
All that I’ve earned, And I have nothing to save.
To the left she sits,
In a cerulean sundress,
Hair loose like the edges of sunlight,
Fingers rolling her own stones in anticipation.
I see what come and what go,
She belongs here more than any rock I know.
She belongs here more than any rock I throw.
And so June,
You capture the heart of every guy you greet,
You caught mine too,
But if you don’t want me,
I am to you a rock.