gentile waves lap against me
tickle my senses with ectasy
hold me till they recede
damp erosion is what they leave
as I whimper come back

shall I leave for higher ground
to that sweet valley abound
craddle me in its hilly arms
listen to the serenade of sound
as I hear her whimper come back

this perpetual dream, that dominates
my every thought, hard to break
just let go, for sanity sake
come back to the my world, and create
as I whimper don't come back