I can't seem to see straight
drowning vision, head aches.

I'll let my hands float as I wait
for the canvas of your aura to paint.

Across the open waterfalls
over open tracks, through pay-phone calls.

A small beach house by the waves,
full length windows to let in the
salty dew
of the early air.

The breeze from her warm waters
awakes my senses.

She opens my sleep filled eyes
to a new way of seeing.

Soft watery sighs; clean white sheets
a divine state of being.