I wanted to look at the horizon,
The line that is freed from the past and the present,
Just a glimpse of the unknown,
Speeding on its feet of haste,
Tearing its way from the storm,
And making its way to where I await.
But look at you,
Along the foam of the sea,
That's bantering with my feet,
Along the shore's breeze,
Urging me to play,
Stealing the air I breathe,
There you are.
You slowly cloud my mind,
Pulling me back to the past,
And here I go leaving the horizon behind,
Gazing at you like the masterpiece you are.
The line that is freed from the past and the present,
Just a glimpse of the unknown,
Speeding on its feet of haste,
Tearing its way from the storm,
And making its way to where I await.
But look at you,
Along the foam of the sea,
That's bantering with my feet,
Along the shore's breeze,
Urging me to play,
Stealing the air I breathe,
There you are.
You slowly cloud my mind,
Pulling me back to the past,
And here I go leaving the horizon behind,
Gazing at you like the masterpiece you are.