- Meet Me at the Seashore -

I am the pretty face of the desert.
I saw your sea-furied lightning crash and burn
along the seashore.
I wonder what kingdom stood there,
What face do you bear?

So stand at the seashore
and I will come.
Blossom like a dewey rose
and I will touch.
I will wait, the pretty face of the desert,
eyes open for you to see
the many hidden mysteries of me.

So adore me.
Stand at the seashore
and I will take you.
Open your wings wide
and I will claim you quietly
as the last soldier of lightning.
I will bring you softly
into my lands
where no foreign step dared tread.

So adore me.
Stand at the seashore,
and I will wait for you there.

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