The Way I See You.

I see you there

Tiptoeing your way through

So quite, so light 

That it might not even hurt the dew

And there is no print on the sand either

I wonder is there anything lighter?

As I see you there

Tiptoeing your way through

I see you there

Looking across the sea

Where the ship becomes a speckle 

And where the breeze blows a gusty flow

Do you also wish that it were a little bit slow?

Caressing the waves as the sun kissed them

Wrapped close and tight in a hem?

As I see you there

Tiptoeing your way through

And I see a diary half sneaking

Also the head of a pencil

Is that how you draw, is that your stencil?

But I'm sure there must be some colors as well

You look so more than just black white and grey

Then you must be a reader too

Would you read my scribbles?

I have got quite a few

As I see you there

Tiptoeing your way through