Standing on the beach


 NIght of venture 
                          
                                 the butterfly   sing 
                               
                                                                         in the dream mood
                                       
                                                                                                           of   flowers.....

                         waving clash,
     
             waving clash,


                             drafts of memories
                                                             rain gently
               
               like a smooth touch of feelings
                
                                                                on snapshot windows drum
                   brighting light
                      
                                                    strip of gold
                                                                             jumping gate

               nowhere
                                bridging
                                                                                     cover clouds

                                       beyond         elbow       boundaries

                                                   naked
                                                                                     uncanny

                                 beatining
                                                               beatining
                                                                             
                                              deep

                       joy suffering
                                           
                                                           full of grace
                pain,      love
                                                                    mirror   feels

                      i'm            sadness           still
                                                      
                        up 
                                                                   to tears



               leaves of life
                                      
                             like     dropping       visions
                                                                               glance my eyes

                                     vacuum         sailors

                                                           i've seen u,
                               i've seen u

                                          catching 

                                                                  the sun burn light
                                                   
                                                       in the salt stone

                            sea born 
                                               rainbow     horse

         we're  coming,
                               
                                we're coming back

                                                                    sound the  sea,

                                     waving clash,
        
          waving clash,

                                         green tree wisdom                                             

                                                       of cemetery departure

            ash    thundering    child

                                           in the mind dropping all

             empty   stone

                                       rolling, 
                                                     rolling,

                                                                under   go,

                        still   go on,

                                              under   run,

               roaring,

      roaring,
                                            louding echo

                                          nowhere voice,

     waving clash,
               
                                  waving clash,

          
                                       in the skyline    border

                                         we're,

                                                           we're    born
                                      
                                             again......


                                                       

                                           NIght of venture 
           
           the butterfly   sing 
            
                                                               in the dream mood
           

                               of  flowers