Wash Over Me
The blue, blue, blue of the ocean, of how I long to see. But most of all, I wish to feel the ocean tide to meet my feet. Lulling me to sleep with the rhythmic motion of the water. Cooling, contrasting between the hot sand and the coolness of the water. Bring dreams of weightlessness and freedom from all cares. Burdens float away; never to return. Rise cool water and wash over me, take away all pain. Free me from this prison that keeps my body in chains. Hypnotize me with your sound of wave... Sign in to see full entry.