Further Seems Forever

If you insist on pictures of shorelines
then i insist on pages of your lines
meant for me, to be sent to me.
remember watching the storms from the lifeguard stand
remember feeling the tingling in my fingertips, when i touch your lips
and i recall how you sat on the same side of me
it always seemed that you'd always be on my side, you're my best side.
and it's early June so the sand's still dry and you have got the boldest eyes
and I can't help but think it's right
that inside you it's me i'll find
and i'm still waiting...
and it's early June so the sand's still dry and the storm off shore's not far behind