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This Sea I Love


This Sea I Love

Tranquil lake, misty morning, early I explore
Down to the eerie water’s edge I go to pour
Every love song in my heart into the sea, our sea,
Take that walk down by the water, I have left one there for thee.

Down the steps I go, 
I shiver as I touch 
the lapping waves, the gentle waves, so quiet
All too much.
Salty tears, salty sea, 
I dip my head below and lap by lap
I leave the sadness of the ache I have for thee.

Slow the mist lifts off the water; soft the sun comes breaking through
I’m the dancer, not the painter,
That, I leave to you.
I have only memories of the misty, tranquil sea,
A hundred pictures I have painted in my mind of thee.

Then the hills come into view as the curtain draws away
Do I have to leave this place, why can I not stay?
Steal away with me my Darling, fly away with me
Take a walk down by the water; I’ll be there with thee.

Sweet moments I remember, the stars, the stormy sea
You touch the tide long dead inside, and stir it all for thee
You hold my hand; and touch my cheek; your eager lips want more
How can I bear to leave that place, return to lonely shore?

Crashing waves that meet the river
Tranquil, misty lapping tide
Every mood of every ocean resonates inside.
Deep it goes to every corner, lapping, touching deeper still
It knows the way to touch me, always has
And always will …

Take your paint and take your brushes
Come, come, come with me
Down where the water rushes, 
Calm lake meets moody sea.

You will never calm the ocean; you will never stir the tide
It will never yield completely, though you lose yourself inside
But there is another ocean, a tide an unknown sea
You may calm or stir and conquer if you come with me.

You know the sea; you are the sea, the waves, the tide the shore
Sometimes rough and urgent, sometimes gentle, ever sure.

Take a walk down by the water; paint your pictures of the sea
Stroke her gently as you do though, as you do with me.
Whisper sweetly, as you dab your canvas, colours blue and grey,
For the next time that you see me, I will never go away.

Tranquil lake, misty morning, early I explore
Down to the eerie water’s edge I go to pour
Every love song in my heart into the sea, our sea,
Take that walk down by the water,

  I have left one there for thee


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