The feelings I hide
Pretending I'm shy
Are a painful piece
Of my inner eye

The bottle of ocean
Green or blue
High tide or low
Rough seas or calm

Crashing waves
A melody or fear
Stormy nights
Or the stars are clear

To set course for north,
South, no, west
Perhaps to go East
Maybe that would be best

To spy glass the land
Or measure a star
Oh the distance
Is always far

Yet
My spy glass to you
My ocean in light
My waves on your beach
My stars give a clue
Yet that's a secret
I will never tell
One you want say
Of that I knew.