I’m lost within her blue green eyes
And her cool clear water skin
She’s like the dawn that opens far out to sea
Over silver shoals that gently rise on the tide
Within the slow tide of her lamplight
I watch the moths begin to rise
Her beauty washes all around me
I’m lost upon the oceans in her eyes
She keeps the secrets to the ocean
The secrets one day she’ll set free
She spins her web from threads of amber sun
As she disappears into the sea
Within the slow tide of her lamplight
I watch the moths begin to rise
Her beauty washes all around me
I’m lost upon the oceans in her eyes
She’s like a whirlpool
She consumes desire
She’s like a whirlpool
A consuming fire
I’m lost upon the oceans in her eyes
Words by Mark from “Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth” first published by Miracle Grow 2001.
