• Glinting sun,
    Splashing waves,
    A foreign calm washes over me,
    I see your face,
    But look, your not here,
    A sound, is near, yet far.

    The light blinds,
    But bares warmth,
    What place is this that I fall to,
    Why?

    The sound gets louder as the mind drifts,
    Who are you who breaks my calm,
    This place so gone, so gone,
    Why?