Give me just one silent hour, for there is so much of you
to fit into the time you have to give
so much I need to absorb, so much I have to show
and how I could smile and laugh, tenfold against less than half.

My mind, it wanders over you as my breath skims the length of you
like the seagull glides across the ocean, dipping down to relieve the hunger
you are essential to my survival, bits of freedom when time is rival.

And I often find myself lost, staring into nowhere with thoughts of you
how you touch and I shake, how you look at me and I melt
how you come and I collapse
only to jump to attention when reality snaps.

And you cannot see this part of me
so desperately in need of you
if I only had more of those minutes, I figure
maybe the longing wouldn't be so bad
and I could bring myself to run down
to stir up the seagulls and make them fly around.

But for now, I go back to the places where you loved me so well
the inserene, sad, empty spaces
that your touches and kisses
and secret wishes did fill
how they'd come crash and spill
over me like a wave and until
you hold me again,
the seagulls sit still.