I seek expanse of ocean
and yet do you stop me
at trickling little stream
each small lake of water
as if teasing me to say
this is all you will get
Little did I realize then
that these streams when
they flow down the hills
form into raging rivers
which blow away land
to end up in the ocean
Little did I know then
these lakes would dry
one day from here and
be devoid of existance
had it not been for the
oceans to feed them
As I now wander lost
through hot dry desert
I no longer long for
the ocean of this earth
I just seek a small
little oasis of water
In this sandy terrain
I seek for sweet water
that comprises your love
that trickling little stream
which would run dry
to spring back to life
I seek for the air from
your breath to come
and refresh this garden
with your lovely perfume
from now, to the end
desert to farthest ocean
and yet do you stop me
at trickling little stream
each small lake of water
as if teasing me to say
this is all you will get
Little did I realize then
that these streams when
they flow down the hills
form into raging rivers
which blow away land
to end up in the ocean
Little did I know then
these lakes would dry
one day from here and
be devoid of existance
had it not been for the
oceans to feed them
As I now wander lost
through hot dry desert
I no longer long for
the ocean of this earth
I just seek a small
little oasis of water
In this sandy terrain
I seek for sweet water
that comprises your love
that trickling little stream
which would run dry
to spring back to life
I seek for the air from
your breath to come
and refresh this garden
with your lovely perfume
from now, to the end
desert to farthest ocean