I sweep along your coastline,
and you're moving by too fast.
I cannot find a handhold
or climb to the center of your beauty.
I walk down the streets
and they begin to blur
and I'm hoping it has not been just a dream.
But all too soon
and just in time,
I'll be flying away,
and I am afraid
that I may never see you again.
Author notes
Ready to go and ready to stay.
