Where the shore lies at rest
By a silent sea, and distant birds,
Where the sand eases under weight
In an afternoon of soothing rays
You will find me someday, resting
Waiting for the forgotten footsteps.
Blue in its calmness will kiss the canvas
And the horizon breeze will rest in my arms
A little lost will be my shadow under me
The water shall provide softness to my feet
The time will finally take its long earned break
And in an artist's dream, an epoch shall be framed.
So when you learn to read what lines mean
The breeze will be yours like it's meant to be.
You will find my shore, in your very own eyes
And the blue will fly where the seagulls reside.
What of my shadow that the afternoon dries?
That belonging, Sweetheart, will forever be mine.
By a silent sea, and distant birds,
Where the sand eases under weight
In an afternoon of soothing rays
You will find me someday, resting
Waiting for the forgotten footsteps.
Blue in its calmness will kiss the canvas
And the horizon breeze will rest in my arms
A little lost will be my shadow under me
The water shall provide softness to my feet
The time will finally take its long earned break
And in an artist's dream, an epoch shall be framed.
So when you learn to read what lines mean
The breeze will be yours like it's meant to be.
You will find my shore, in your very own eyes
And the blue will fly where the seagulls reside.
What of my shadow that the afternoon dries?
That belonging, Sweetheart, will forever be mine.
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