The curves of her waist like the shallow rise and fall of the waves,
Amazed by her beauty, I looked on to the divine,
Strands of soft hair with the air they danced,
I cannot describe her grace,
Her eyes hypnotising me chanting all ancient secrets well hidden from the sight of the world,
Her fragile fingers asking me to join her dance,

Her feet moved on the coarse sand as if they had the power to drive me mad,
A drop of water ever so seldom laying a kiss on her ankle and departing,
And I wishing with all my might that I could be that drop of deep blue sea,

I lay there, half conscious ,half alive,
She felt surreal,
Like a fantasy my mind had weaved with the fine threads of my imagination,

This time when she called me,I got up and danced with her, still in awe of her beauty,
She reached our her hand to me, fragile, fragile fingers,
As I reached out mine to take hold of this beautiful cruel dream,
Something beyond divine,
She disappeared into a whirlpool of white,
Leaving in her place nothing but particles of blue sand and scattered pieces of happiness......

(PS-listen to the song it's beautiful)