' The Sand Palace

I’m soothed, I’m cheered up; For me the sea craves. Spread are for me its blue wings, With my frame, I feel the waves. The sea misses me…it wants to lick My bare skin, like a fish. Spread are for me its blue wings, Clouds will fly by - what a wish! I own a Gothic sand palace. The pearly sun’s drifted by the waves. Once the passion was not exotic, The sea raged with the lack of the faith. I’ve been approaching it for a year, The sea’s soothed, for me it craves. Spread are for me its blue wings, With my frame I feel the waves. I own a Gothic palace. That’s my only treasure – my wealth. Spread are for me the blue wings, And I hear the waves’ breath.