Grace Gordon - Moonlight walk

As I go out for a moonlit walk
I wonder to myself why do I talk?
Even through my wondering eyes
I see the ocean spread across the skies.

Waves crash unto a blue escape,
so I decide not to talk, and just look at the 'scape.
Even through my wishful eyes,
I see the ocean spread across the skies.

We travel through the day without really looking around
and even then we don't say anything aloud.
Why can't people look through my eyes to see the ocean spread across the skies.

Grace Gordon

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