Ocean breezes overland Dreams of comfort touching hand Dreams to dream when hope is dead Hope's a cloud inside my head
Sun's to tickle like a golden cage of glass Just to lock you in the lovers claws Covering the eyes of sight Blinded by the brightest light
A riddle made of ocean green Is that the cloudless sky that seemed so keen Turns into grey light color Made of acrylic powers, thick of brush From a painter painted rush
And a storm approaches silently Still at distance Quietly
And as the seagulls stop to sing Like Loreley when she got her king Whispers in the distant halls Were slamming, slamming against the walls Were distant, secret calls of fear Opening my ears to hear
And as the seagulls went so swim When the sky turned on its dim The eyes, the mind, the heart Adjusting to the darkness Still in ways of kindness Dreaming now of comforts touch Since beloved heart don't love so much
Ocean waves now crash against the shore Like the numbness feeling punched to core And while the light does fade away The stars and moon at night they stay