Forest/Shore - Deaf Club

Gone to the forest

Pacing and tracing the floor between the trees

A figure walking

Placing the feeling before my sodden feet

Is this my, is this my, is this my final thawing

Is this my, is this my, is this my seasons drawing in

Is this why, is this why, is this why I sleep through mornings

Is this why, s this why?

Oh take me outward

Facing away from the shore in silent breeze

The light comes downwards

I’m pleading, just let me explore with childish ease

Is this my, is this my, is this my final thawing

Is this my, is this my, is this my seasons drawing in

Is this why, is this why, is this why I sleep through mornings

Is this why, s this why?