I wander a path
In a garden of memory
A riot of rot and bitter reverie

What once was full of life
Lies choked and torn
Vines of regret fed on blood, drawn by thorn
No bloom of love
No soft caress
Only the cold kiss
Of the wind is left

These castles of sand
(Are borne away)
That carry our dreams
(By the waves)
Into the forgotten depths

Shifting my gaze
Over the sea of what could be
Tragic tranquility hiding
Raging passion below
Potential ever endless
Change and stillness
Ever daunting scale writ large
Against the thin strip
Of barren shore

These castles of sand
(Are borne away)
That carry our dreams
(By the waves)
Into the forgotten depths

I dream of the Sea
The Sea does not dream of me
Dream of the Sea
The Sea does not dream of me