Granite Rock

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.

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