The Fresh Varnish
On The Brush Of The Painter
Creates A Blue Sea Where The Horizon
Has The Perfume Of SaltWhere The Waves
Come To Die On The Shore
And You Yourself Can Feel
The Breath Of The Sea -Â…
The Magic Hand Of The Painter
Handles To The Canvas
Colours And Words-Â…
With You Instead
I Don’t Know What To Do-Â…
I Just Don’t Know What To Do