As the waves curl
And the wind sings
I see the sun sparkle in the distance
And though the hard ground
Is not there
And the waters rise
And fall
And though others
Are distant
And the trees
One color on the painted land
I am safe
Here
As the waves curl
And the wind sings
I see the sun sparkle in the distance
And though the hard ground
Is not there
And the waters rise
And fall
And though others
Are distant
And the trees
One color on the painted land
I am safe
Here
This burned ground
Hides life beneath it
Even as it speaks
Of death
Seeds whirl to the ground
Or ride upon blustering wind
They are a promise
Were I to wake some clouded day
And speak unto the sun
Would it come forward at my call?
Would morn’s grey be undone?
I stood before the cliff’s edge, staring down
And watching waves do violence on the stone
Up there I asked what song the cliff had sung
To so infuriate the salted sea
The earth’s life returns
Carried upon new life’s wings
Young and old renewed
I can rest my eyes
For a moment
Because you are here
I cannot hear the story in
These creaking wooden halls
Not sense the pain and joy within
The crumbling stonework walls
And so I step into the light
And listen once again
To hear the tale of moonlit night
True now as it was then
I long for that distant shore
Take me there, take me there
Breathe the salty air
As we walk beside the shore
Listening to the waves