The cool water foams at my feet
Washing the sand back to the sea
I look in the distance the giant orange ball sinking
Casting a subtly queer glow twilight sets in
Not a soul in sight, the solitude is tranquil
I watch as another gentle wave embraces the shore .
There’s something about it that makes my heart crumble and roar.
How easily the sand is washed away
With no traces and marks the shore is smoothed again.
If the same could happen to me
If the sea would send a wave over me
I’d empty my heart with all its heaviness
And send my turmoil to the ocean : fathomless
Then I’d be like the shore I stand on
Without a crease, without a wrinkle
With no scars, a new creation again
If the same would happen to me
If a wave would wash my soul clean..