I Hear The Wind

I hear the wind against my window.
Whispering, telling me there's waves tomorrow.
I'm keen to sleep to get my rest
For when that one wave comes to me, 
I can give it my best.
I need to rest my mind to keep it sharp 
for those parallell lines.
for when they come, 
I'll race them to the shore, 
with no doubt, no reason, 
no asking myself what for.

By Rob

PANORAMAS