How far do I lag behind myself,
How far ahead have I gone?
A whole lifetime spent in a moments respite,
A place I call home.
Footsteps tiptoeing on sandy beaches,
Hair all ruffled up by rebellious winds,
Counting raindrops in tea glasses,
Living life in the midst of other things.
What happened to the starlit riviera,
The rocks that became our anchor?
Wheres the unconsciousness that sobered us up?
The evenings that touched our shores?
The heart is a strange place,
Just wish for magic........
Maybe somewhere another riverside's waiting
Just for us,when we'll be together again.
