Fascination

I profane with my placid dream:
we're walking abreast the shore
our feelings as deep as the ocean floor

Strolling with each of our foot bare,
with the water come rushing to caress
our feet and its sand so flawless.

The sky now turning to orange
the bright sun taking its place
yet the world seems slow in its pace.

On rocks we sat
content with our arms entwine
enjoying the moment without saying a line.

All in the setting so tranquil
just the sea, ever so serene, I crave
with the brushing sound of its waves.

The fresh air passing our way
along with its natural scent
how great He is! for all these He have lent

Wishing this will last forever...
yet suddenly I thought, this is just a dream,
a fascination, real as it may seem.