The power of sight.
|Standing. Alone. All alone. Just me and the ocean.
My senses on fire, eyes a glaze, my feelings open.
Wave after wave, glory sights. The land and sea,
they combine so perfectly or is that just me ?
Over the mountain and into the sky.
Across the fields, don't ask me why.
These sights are compelling for you and I.
Wild birds fly, I try to reach them, so harder I try.
Now I've seen the sights, I am put to rights.
All the answers are out of reach and out of sight.
I guess I will always wonder. Wonder how, wonder why,
I put it down to a blissful gift of sight and senses.
Do you ever just wonder what it is you're seeing at the ocean ?
The rolling waves and calming sounds. The beauty only matched by a woman.
Your eyes will glow, your blood will flow smoothly.
At every sound of the sea. A bliss for you and me.