The ripple of sunbeams on the sea,
The flecks of sparkle and glamour,
The crossing of waves on stone beaches,
The lull and rock of a boat in motion
flying through wind
like the rolling ocean
is merely patches of cloud
And we are alone in the sky.
Skimming the tops of new dimensions
arms outstretched
catching wind in the billow of canvas sails.
To floating in a bowl of blue liquid
the sky and sea meet
in a line of infinity
stretching across the curved and rolling Earth
dead man’s pose
arms and legs wide
Opening myself to the sky
as the sun grazes my body
and the ice cold envelops me
my hair billows out
And every doubt I ever had
floats away
to be smoothed by the everlasting waves
Too Far From the Sun 