Sailing To The Lonely Sands

Light is narrow over morning sky

Drawing shades over the passing clouds

Pouring colors to the sea and sand

Perfect ending for my dreamy nights

Light is passing through my window glass

Caring, kissing over my forehead

Waking, making me to meet the day

From the arms of stressful yesterdays

Running, sailing for my peaceful strands

Moaning, screaming on my painful pace

Yearning, dying for someone to tend

Laughing, when I see my taken bends