Euphoria

While the sun came down to horizon glistening the sky
i sit alone in a beach
talking to each wave that brush the shore
about a butterfly painting pictures of my dream
of a world ,
where i am journey and your my road
all that i realize here, is this a celebration?
celebration of my loneliness with you...


(this was one of the first ones i ever wrote...couldnt help myself but to revisit )