surreal

Stand on melting sand
Feel the tide wash in
You'll remember me when I have gone far away

Time stops and descends
Into silent land
You are waiting to tell me of dreams softly thread

So fly above the clouds/I've lain down at your feet
So you may softer fall/ Than roses from the peat

When you half turn to go/ But think of me, and stay
And hold me by the hand/ When you can no more see

Feel the tide forget
Its imprints left ashore
It no longer grieves
The time they left their home

For the thoughts we once had
For the plans- we planned the world
For your heart like molten glass
Shining in my hand

Be one with my land
Fagile yet intense
I will wait for the day when you see me, with you

Deeper though the rain
Pours into the sea
My heart holds you, and keeps you alive in my dreams