Trudging through the rain
Seeking a quiet refuge
Where the sun can shine
Trudging through the rain
Seeking a quiet refuge
Where the sun can shine
Salt fills the air
Gulls cry
Wind’s in my hair
Blue sky
The foam rolls along
And the sands shift
In a subtle song
And my spirits lift
Fragile glass shatters
And though its shape is no more
It has become sand
The curling waves crash
Their foam sneaks between my toes
Then quickly recedes
The sands swirl bright
And the glass glistens
As with each dropping grain
A moment passes
There is so much that I could say
Of thine deep, wisest eyes
But most that they bring forth the day:
Wherefore the sun doth rise?
Eyes, fathoms deep, and wise.
So oft in sleep dark thoughts abandon me
That in the night I find that I am free
The smell of warm green
Meets my long-deadened senses
And I awaken
The horizon nears
Full of wonder and promise
Like the night’s first star
The road is long and lonesome
The prairies wide and green
But on it we can own some
Of the untainted scene