You, Somewhere Beyond the Blue

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You, Somewhere Beyond the Blue

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I searched the rivers for you,

The quiet lakes, the restless seas,

And every ocean, deep and blue,

That hides a thousand mysteries.

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I searched for a mermaid fair,

With eyes that carried your unknown light,

With your imagined face and flowing hair,

Yet you remained beyond my sight.

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Perhaps you were never meant to rise,

From coral gardens beneath the blue,

Perhaps you live where the horizon lies,

In a world I cannot travel to.

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Perhaps you stand beyond the sun,

Where golden evenings fade from view,

Watching me when the day is done,

While I stand here, searching for you.

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Each morning, when the sun appears,

I speak your name beside the sea,

And tell the waves about my fears,

And all the love you left in me.

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Each evening, when the sunlight dies,

And paints the ocean with its gold,

I wonder if, beyond the skies,

You watch me waiting, as of old.

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Perhaps you stand beyond the shore,

Where sky and ocean touch as one,

Watching me as I count once more

The waves beneath the setting sun.

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Or perhaps you are beside me,

So close that I could touch your hand,

Yet hidden from the eyes that see,

Like a dream no heart can understand.

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Have you concealed your lovely face,

Behind a veil of silent dreams?

Or do you hide in some secret place,

Where nothing is quite what it seems?

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Perhaps among the coral bright,

You hide beneath the ocean's floor,

And watch me through the fading light,

While I keep searching evermore.

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Sometimes, when I am alone,

I hear a song upon the air,

A melody of words unknown,

Yet somehow I can feel you there.

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Perhaps the waves are singing low,

Perhaps the wind has learned your name,

Perhaps your voice is in their flow,

Returning softly, just the same.

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I listen for a single call,

A whisper carried by the tide,

And count the waves, both great and small,

While all my questions wait inside.

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When evening breezes cross the sand,

From distant deserts far away,

And softly kiss my waiting hand,

I think you sent them on their way.

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Perhaps your fingers hide within

The gentle wind that touches me,

Perhaps your lips are carried in

That breath that travels from the sea.

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And when the waves begin to rise,

And dance beneath the silver moon,

I hear your anklets in the skies,

As though you dance to some old tune.

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The sea begins to dance for you,

The moon grows quiet, pale and bright,

The wind repeats a song I knew,

And carries your name into the night.

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Without my knowing, you came in,

Like moonlight spreading on the sea,

And slowly, softly, deep within,

You became a living part of me.

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You became the silence in my words,

The rhythm hidden in my heart,

The song that flies beyond the birds,

The dream from which I cannot part.

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I know somehow that you can see

The hidden rhythm of my soul,

The silent heart that beats for thee,

The secrets only you can know.

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Perhaps tonight you write again,

Another poem beneath the moon,

Perhaps another heart, another name,

Has found its place within your tune.

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And yet I choose to still believe,

That somewhere hidden in your lines,

There is a verse you cannot leave,

A little piece of you in mine.

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Perhaps that is what love can be-

To search for someone never found,

To hear a voice across the sea,

And feel its echo all around.

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To wait for hands we cannot hold,

To trust a touch that may be wind,

To chase a dream through oceans cold,

And never leave that dream behind.

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For some are never meant to come

As footsteps written in the sand,

They arrive like a distant song,

And live where only hearts can stand.

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Some come to us as dreams at night,

Some as stars we cannot reach,

Some become a fading light,

Yet leave a universe to teach.

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And you became a poem to me,

A verse my heart refuses to lose,

A song carried across the sea,

A beautiful and distant muse.

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So I will return to this shore,

To watch the sunrise paint the blue,

And when the evening comes once more,

I will still whisper, “Where are you?”

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I will tell the endless sea my tale,

I will entrust my love to the breeze,

And let the moon upon its trail

Carry my longing across the seas.

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Perhaps one day the horizon will part,

And reveal the secret hidden there,

And I will finally see with my heart

The woman I have always held somewhere.

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Not as a mermaid from a dream,

Nor as a shadow passing through,

But as the love beyond the gleam,

The woman my soul always knew.

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Until that day, let waves keep still

The secret that my heart has known,

Let winds carry my love at will,

And let the moon guard it alone.

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Let this vast universe bear witness,

To a love never held in my hand,

Yet somehow, through its endless vastness,

Became the soul where I now stand.

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Perhaps I never found you here,

Because you were never lost to me,

You lived beyond the horizon clear,

And deep within my heart, eternally.

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You were never lost in the ocean,

Nor hidden beneath the evening blue,

You were always my heart's devotion,

Waiting to become a poem you 

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