The tides are fleeting
half an hour of pristine high waters
then stripped away
leaving debris of the oceans secrets ashore
Unlike home, where the tides go in and out
yet the notion of swimming stays intact
Perhaps the moon wants us to appreciate more here
If the ocean was this inviting all day long
we wouldn't revel in its beauty
Swimming in the high tide here
is like being on the moon
this calm state of being is so foreign to me
and I dance like a child in the soft of the Earth
like a dolphin after its feed
like a falling feather from a high flying bird
I've never been to the moon, but I imagine it like this
drifting, floating and fading away to this music
I've never been to the moon, but I imagine it like this
and I never want to be anywhere else
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 10:01 PM UTC
The tides are fleeting
half an hour of pristine high waters
then stripped away
leaving debris of the oceans secrets ashore
Unlike home, where the tides go in and out
yet the notion of swimming stays intact
Perhaps the moon wants us to appreciate more here
If the ocean was this inviting all day long
we wouldn't revel in its beauty
Swimming in the high tide here
is like being on the moon
this calm state of being is so foreign to me
and I dance like a child in the soft of the Earth
like a dolphin after its feed
like a falling feather from a high flying bird
I've never been to the moon, but I imagine it like this
drifting, floating and fading away to this music
I've never been to the moon, but I imagine it like this
and I never want to be anywhere else
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