Shoeless

Shoeless in your favourite dress
You walk the shores
The waves carress your feet
You don’t really mind
Gayly on a garden swing
Who dares to care what tomorrow brings
Or leaves behind
Don’t let the clouds clutter up your sky
Let the TVs turn off their weary eyes
For who are we — you and I
In all that and all this?
Ceaseless are the hours you keep
You ride the tides
The waves of sleep
You meet yourself how many times?
May we walk the afternoon
The snows of winter
The flowers of June
Each season’s rhyme
Don’t let the clouds clutter up your sky
Let the TVs turn off their weary eyes
For who are we — you and I
In all that and all this?
Something lost came and found you
Like the sea would surround you
On the beach
Throwing pebbles from the shore
I was lost when i found you
Is it me that surrounds you
While out of reach
Throwing pebbles from the shore