the land draped into the ocean, it's sweet scent of dry grass and leaves mixed with the salty breeze and i looked-- oh can you see it? its vastness streches to the horizon--its face scrapes the rocks and diamonds dance along its plain--there must be thousands! the rippled turquoise and blue that make deep shadows and turn bright white, they curl in caravans over the waters to shorelines, to breakers-- can you hear them beckoning to you? the bleary brightness that surrounds the horizon makes a walkway for the clouds to move-- have you ever thought to join them, on their massive expedition? it's true they sail at noon. and i have found in looking, there's a sort of walking my eyes and my body can do-- and i take the hands of the water generations and trapse over the waves to the moon. yes, we will settle there, among the grey-blue skyline and be friends with the Man and His moon. yes, we'll wait on the edge until the darkness decends and join Him, just You me you.