Miya's feet in the asian sand

The winds speak to her
The waves caress her feet
Her hair like the purest black silk
Her skin so soft, and so sweet.

The sky is grey
The sand under her feet
Holds her tight and say's
Please! Don't leave.

Miya my love, you must not go
You must wait, for there is someone
Someone coming, and within him
Is a heart so great.

When he come's unto you
I ask you bring him here
To where we have spoken
This place of love
That has never known fear.

For fear is not me Miya
For I am only sand at your feet, so humble in sincerity
I have spoken to you of love
Surrounded by the sea.

(Ali Koushan)