Come sit beside me here on this beach.
Take off your shoes, throw your jacket awry.
Lay beneath the sky and put your arms at widest reach.
Beauty most profound,
Take a breath that starts from your toes,
and makes its way up in your head in dizzying air.
And let it go so softly, that nobody knows.
Beauty that goes uncrowned.
Our mother knows how to comfort us.
She sings in tunes we recall from childhood.
Love her, we must.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
Come sit beside me here on this beach.
Take off your shoes, throw your jacket awry.
Lay beneath the sky and put your arms at widest reach.
Beauty most profound,
Take a breath that starts from your toes,
and makes its way up in your head in dizzying air.
And let it go so softly, that nobody knows.
Beauty that goes uncrowned.
Our mother knows how to comfort us.
She sings in tunes we recall from childhood.
Love her, we must.
