I love
the thought of
being yours

of bare feet on white ships
and your arm around my shoulder

(oh how it dances
how the sun dances on the
milky shore)

your whisper in my ear
to a soul who has been
waiting all these years

(oh how it thunders
how the waves thunder on
the shore)

and how I want to be like
sunlight where
you're always reaching
and I'm
never far behind