If you could see what I see
If you could see what I see, the endless yonder, the deep grey sea the lightening strike illuminating far flung lands the pitch of night silent but alive if you could see what I see.
The flickering moon upon gentle swells,summer solstice breeze against my face,a sleepy rock upon the vessel I rest if you could see what I see.
If you could see what I see ,a trillion stars never spied before, some shoot with a clementine glow,universes, constellations wonders once hidden away,beneath the street lamp and pollution of the present day
From country to island, from home to home from peninsula to the cities of the world, to corners and cranny"s you have barely heard you would know if you could see what I see.
You would feel the warmth of the ever nearing sun, the delicate scent of the stepped olive grove, the distant clap of a flamencos loving dance and the universal language of welcome would welcome you, if you could see what I see. .
