Sunday, February 16, 2014

Beach Dreamer

Dawn is coming, so's the morning
tomorrow will be another day
growing I will meet the sunrise
hurry coming, don't delay

Let me hear water lapping
and see the golden soaring bird
the salty smell, and crunchy sand
the most glorious sounds you've ever heard

Let me float upon the seas
and soar way up in the skies
let me come home to mornings
the beach dreamer awaiting lies