Erode the sands forevermore,
Sifting 'way the yesterdays
How cold the waters run.
Waves of ochre in response
To visions of my renaissance,
Renderings of golden wings
Beneath the rising sun.
Wading through the shallows of
Salvation in a sea of love,
Washed inside the rising tide
Through inlets of desire.
Angel of my reverie
Engulfed in sweet immersary,
Ebbs and flows and undertows
Intensify the fire.
Could you be the part of me
I search for in my dreams?
Touch my soul so I will know
If this is what it seems.
