Just beyond the hillside windmills unstill
Where the horizon meets the sky
and eyes are lost in clouded light
Brighter than all cares and graduation caps combined
It is where the goodness of present day
And the tides of gifted times glide past
Beneath the feet of the lover stands
A happily shifting sand which has eroded away
And the only thing left there between us to be
Is the sea
In all of its wonderous and most secretive
Glory to be shared as one
(And all this my dear, is just beyond)
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 5:38 PM UTC
Just beyond the hillside windmills unstill
Where the horizon meets the sky
and eyes are lost in clouded light
Brighter than all cares and graduation caps combined
It is where the goodness of present day
And the tides of gifted times glide past
Beneath the feet of the lover stands
A happily shifting sand which has eroded away
And the only thing left there between us to be
Is the sea
In all of its wonderous and most secretive
Glory to be shared as one
(And all this my dear, is just beyond)
These moments are like waves, or so I find.
