Mornings are glowing red and gold,
Streaks of white paint tossed on a blue canvas,
Yellow Forsythia glowing,
A girl sitting alone on a bench, at the ocean's edge,
Passion in my heart, flourishing,
Her guitar sound, her soothing voice,
My Soul calmed,
Her dress fluttering in the sea breeze.
A sparkle in her eyes,
Seagulls flying above an Angel singing hymns,
Filling my Soul, with hope,
While I whisper,
What is your name,
My pretty daydream?