Wishing Leaves

    I Wish I Was Lost

    2006

    I wish I was lost on a beach of gold sand
    Just mapless and hapless and wandering unplanned
    With endless horizons of ocean and land
    And two dreamy drifters alone hand in hand

    I wish I was lost on a train to the sun
    Just lazy and crazy and bursting with fun
    With cliff-tops to climb and warnings to shun
    And two rebel riders who’ve scarcely begun

    I wish I was lost on a trail nowhere bound
    Just blue skies and gull cries and shells on the ground
    With wind songs and wave beats that echo around
    And two lovers laughing in sync with the sound

    — Wayne Visser