| Ocean by Ruphalfa Ocean, rolling in and out, carry me away to a far away place. Or maybe you have, to this far away place from the place that I was. The ride was not the ebb and flow of your waves, nor was it on your cool and serene surface. And you did not take me to the remote island, the one with the hammock and the sun-scorched beach. Your soothing sound, as I lay on the sandy shore, was inviting me to a much different place. And you did not take me to the place of my heart, where the tears are few and the laughter is great. Ocean, rolling in and out, carry me away to a far away place. Or maybe you have, to this far away place from the place that I was. |