Waves of whitewash
Gently tumble with sand
Could be anywhere
In the world
Colour of ocean blues
Somewhere tropical
Azure, opal, sapphire
No gem compares
Worth beyond all lands
Ocean holds beauty
Ancient mysteries
Never revealed

Waves of whitewash
Gently tumble with sand
Could be anywhere
In the world
Colour of ocean blues
Somewhere tropical
Azure, opal, sapphire
No gem compares
Worth beyond all lands
Ocean holds beauty
Ancient mysteries
Never revealed

Two sides of one heart
One taking me in
Another letting me go
Rejuvenating
Sending life flowing
All around me
Until day is spent
Finding its way
Her chamber open
Receiving all of me
To be revived
Then sent out
Once again
Syncopating rhythm
Inside of me
A divide between
Echo in my ears
Both loves beat
As long as I live

In my mind
I hold on
More than
I could
In real life
Morning
Noon and night
Filling my cup
For the day ahead
As dew settles in
The flower bed
Thoughts take
A holiday
With you

Wind teases hair
Mercilessly
Discards garments
Disheveled
On the ground
Sprawling helpless
Disperses seeds
Far and wide
Like long lost family
Until sun's rays coax
Out of hiding
Bask in her glow
Only know how deeply
Gratitude can grow
After feeling how chill
To miss you

Like a child I writhed
Seeing beauty before me
Unable to touch, hold
Take home to tuck
Into bed with comfort
Colours dance upon my wall
As morning light throws
Herself at me begging
Luring me to be healed
By her embrace
Again

I will find
Joy in time
Well spent
Beyond when
Handmade gifts
Fray and fall
In open hands
With you

One and only place
Sacred to those
Who know where
To find me
Residing
Standing firm
Against the tide
Playing it out
In my mind
Sweet interludes
We're yet to find

Heart wants what it wants
Wide open mouth
River swallowed by the sea
Jaw falls open gaping
As head inclines
Leafy fingers entwine
Above me holding canopy
Sun winks through
Dappled blinds
Wondering what you'd say
Standing next to me
Whispers imaginary
As the hush of waves
Soothes the craving
Cliffs falling in
Finally retired
To lie on soft bed
Far beneath

Reading into you
Searching endlessly
For the same page
The right script
The best score
The only beat
In time with
Imaginary
Baton flick
By some one called fate
The world an immense
Library of works
I wander in that palace
Of my mind for that one
Story where we meet
Before the final scene
Where we crescendo to
The lasting peace
The rest of history

One sure hope
We hold tight for us
We will change
