and the winds do blow
(and the seas
rising)

and the children of the beach
dream on

eyes wide open and
the stars

we meet surely
only here

and the soft breast
greets the gentle hand

the patience of lovers
nurtured by security

and the spirits move
and the wisdom is compelling once the light in eachother
is seen

be strong enough to yield
and free enough to breathe  

fully and deeply
all the time