Surf and sand for miles and miles
In harmony with endless seas of
Myth and monsters rolling, riding
Through a world of mysteries.
A distant storm- of firebolt born-
Tempts the Fates as they conspire
To offer up the perfect blend of
Earth and water, wind and fire.
And none of this can touch me now
As gravity surrounds somehow
But shields me as it penetrates
And begs to lift me on its bough.
The waxing moon and stars surmise
That rapture dwells within my eyes
And bid me leave to sweet repose
Far from the reach of mortal lies.
And I could bide til dawn awakes
Ne’er to dwell on sad mistakes.
To spend the coming days enlightened
By the wisdom in your wake.
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