We slice through the fog with ears as our sight
The paddle breaks the silk for a lovers paradise
There are no horizons...the mist has blocked the sun
Hearts are heard beating as breaths turn to run
Searching for the sound of surf; this travel has been long
Paddling this shoreline...seeking the Sandpiper's song
Sunshine filters in the morn and eyes adjust their sight
The mountains loom, the foliage moves and waterfalls are quiet
Tis heaven for the making, tis every couples dream
Tis wishes proud and honest...all laid out for two friends
The bleached and dried old oaken boards... still sturdy for a form
An Architect, with eyes delight...boarding up a home
A porch for him...a chair for her...a bed makes it complete
When curtains turn this gauzed rustle into their solid sleep
No worries here or noise of ha**les...
No urban foils of tossed out oils...polluted air for castles
Manmade hells that speak aloud and never redeem smiles
Constant highways raking land miles to miles to miles
The constant roar is traded now for ease of tangled love
With love and legs and ta**eled beds and blue skies up above
Tis heaven for these two who wait and search the shore for hope
Waiting eases tensions when we abide our life's to cope
Eventually we'll get there...paddle for all the worth
Land in hand...then fog will break...we'll find our piece of earth