(and i just sat there feeling really loved by someone i couldn't see)

the horizon makes a walkwayfor the clouds to move--have you ever thought to join them,on their massive expedition?

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 vastnessstreches 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.