All land ends at the sea:
All matter, including non-living
The sea was our birth
In death, after all joy, sorrow and pain is spent
The sea then beckons us to return
Recycled like a hurricane’s eye
Who knows what next we will become
Would we even care at all?
I’m not going to wish you long life,
Because you’re never going to get it.
I’m not going to say ‘God bless you’
Because you already are blessed:
You’re alive and in good health;
Cast worries and sadness off you mind
Don’t doubt, don’t fear,
Laugh more, live more
And find out who you are.
Great things, horrid things – magical –
You haven’t seen, can’t ever believe.
Eye see things
Tiny, some here and many not there
I forget sometimes and wonder where they went.
Dreams, nightmares and curses
What sits above the clouds
Plenty of what lies underneath
Oh yes, I feel
Your need, heartbeat, your smile
Your hand in mine