As the rain pelts on my window,
I look into the distance and see nothing
As I am sailing to those distant shores
Of the unknown memories that lie
In vacant lots of a love filled mind.
See things I had never seen before,
Thinking things that were once
Beyond my imagination.
I hope I never get to that place,
The place where everything has been seen
And analyzed and described and ratified.
Let me rather float upon those waves
Of mystical spells of wonder of the
Beauty that exists somewhere,
At some time, at some place.
Waiting to be discovered unexpectedly.
I ask only this, as a humble favor from above,
That wherever I go, let it be with you Lord.
I look into the distance and see nothing
As I am sailing to those distant shores
Of the unknown memories that lie
In vacant lots of a love filled mind.
See things I had never seen before,
Thinking things that were once
Beyond my imagination.
I hope I never get to that place,
The place where everything has been seen
And analyzed and described and ratified.
Let me rather float upon those waves
Of mystical spells of wonder of the
Beauty that exists somewhere,
At some time, at some place.
Waiting to be discovered unexpectedly.
I ask only this, as a humble favor from above,
That wherever I go, let it be with you Lord.