Sitting on a granite rock
Underneath a sky of red,
Glassy seas, quiet breaths.
Gentle thoughts within my head.
A darkened blue horizon line,
Distant boats a world away,
Half a ship in hazy view
Sailing to another day.
A rusting knife lies near my feet,
Whitebait on a nylon line.
Rolling green of quiet waves,
Peaceful thoughts of summertime.
Someone swims near cooling sands,
Dreams of love flash past my eyes,
Shrieking gulls speed through the sun
A fleeting taste of paradise.
I'm sitting on a granite rock,
And there are ceaseless waves on a restless sea,
And I'm hoping for a chance to know
All the things I want to be.