Imaginary Painting

Listening to the music of the rough and windy sea
It s time to clear the mind to a maximum degree
My nostrils have been triggered by the clean and salty air
The people all around me they intrigue by what they wear

But what I know is that my heart is longing for this place
It gives me somehow comfort almost like a warm embrace
I can t exactly figure out what captivates my mind
Never felt such a sphere before unrivalled in its kind

A kaleidoscope of people turns the beach into a bed
Of multi colored flowers well arranged and neatly spread
Some lost and lonely pedlar walking countless miles a day
The trawlers are like tiny dots they slowly fade away

And right here in the middle of impressionistic style
Swept by huge artistic waves unconscious for a while
Surrounded by a spectrum of immaculate white sand
The canvas seems more lively vivid colors tend to blend

Like I m sailing through time I need not wind not waves zero gravity while I glide

The day is growing older though the night is fairly young
I like the gust of wind it blows my thoughts where they belong
The sun is setting slowly but the dusk is falling fast
The day is drawing to a close I try to make it last