By the Sea He Calls For Me

Somewhere across the seashore someone waits for me. Feeling his longing, his needing, his love across the deep blue sea. Sometimes I can hear his whisper in the gulls lullaby, asking if I love him too as a single gull flies over high. Tender thoughts he sends me in the sunset's evening sky, In layers of orange, blue and yellow, drifting clouds passing by. He paints for me passionate pictures while speaking sweet poetry in my ears and loss of his presence sometimes brings me to tears. I can feel his warmth envelope me complete, as the evening tides return slowly and peacefully around my feet. For years now this familiar wind has across my soul blown and it leaves me feeling his presence, a feeling I feel that I have always known. Somewhere across the seashore someone waits for me. Feeling his longing, his needing, his love across the deep blue sea. I return each day to greet him on the seashore's lighthouse side, thinking someday he'll come for me and make me his bride.