Its that stretch of Huntington Beach
all sand and palm trees
You put on Jackson brown
I lean in smiling…turn it up
You roll the windows down
I make wind hills with my hand
It’s a late summer sun-golden
we are happy
Instinctively I reach for you
but you are looking away…singing
I remember then
you are not mine to touch
I lean back into the light
dancing…eyes closed
and remind myself
This is enough.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
Its that stretch of Huntington Beach
all sand and palm trees
You put on Jackson brown
I lean in smiling…turn it up
You roll the windows down
I make wind hills with my hand
It’s a late summer sun-golden
we are happy
Instinctively I reach for you
but you are looking away…singing
I remember then
you are not mine to touch
I lean back into the light
dancing…eyes closed
and remind myself
This is enough.
