Écailles de Lune (Part I)

The July light fades
On the shores and dreamer
I let my thoughts
Get lost in the flaming horizon

The rumor of the waves soothes me
I enjoy this precious moment
Inviting the warm sea breeze
To revive my languid senses

Haunted by the mirage of happy days
I wait for the echoes of the night
To be born far away

My thoughts drown on the horizon

Perceiving the echoes of the falling night
I will find sleep at the bottom of the ocean