Galatea
Galene floats with crystal waves
in her shawl of cerulean seas.
I feel her caress break upon these lonesome days
and the kiss of infinity in her whispered breeze.
Above her drifting grove,
silk clouds slip across the sienna sun
and pearly sails wander...
in her shawl of cerulean seas.
I feel her caress break upon these lonesome days
and the kiss of infinity in her whispered breeze.
Above her drifting grove,
silk clouds slip across the sienna sun
and pearly sails wander...