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.
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.
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