The girl in the white dress.
Child cannot collect all the shells on the beach but only a few
The sky and sea light up in scarlet, crimson red and gold
He may go where he will and his dog will be there
They love to make castles, molding the warm moist sand
She is the girl in the pink on the ocean shore.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds (2)
Don’t forget I’m always there, So save for me an empty chair
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet
Drawing signs with a driftwood stick in the wet sand (1)
Meeting at the shore by the sea in the sunset, dwindle in the shadows
A burning darkness in the distance
The day subsides, the sun descends.
They waded out as waves unfurled their salty gifts on them
The hidden lake, deep and clear
