بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

the Shore in your eyes, for now just reflection, soon the time for it arrives, calling your heart the Home it's always been missing. whether the echoes i hear are ample or few, if ever my waves are to move, maybe from being a bit too still, then so long as the one standing there is you, i find all of me contented, in a moment's treasure, wrapped up by my Muse.