On a deserted island, a place of quiet shapes
Shines a sleepy moon with yawning light
Harbors without boats, silk winds, a cool night
Ripples in the distance, frolicking water sprite
The pale blue cliffs run for miles and miles
Running freely along coral reefs ‘n' silver streams
Ethereal Islands, nature's songs, zig zag dreams
Hold an ivory palace made of pixie dust scenes
An extension of all dreams, an unwritten stories
A pause inside the scent of my own time
Whispering blue water, pendant stars sublime
Another place, another path, another clime
I'm held to a rhythm of what could've been
I collect colors of lost wishes in prints of two
An easel filled with sketches of everything we do
Including a color of my world, while looking for you
