Can't you see where memories are kept bright?Time in her eyes is spawning past life,
One with the ocean and the woman unfurled,
Holding all the love that waits for you here.For Now does ride in on the curl of the wave,
And you will dance with me in the sunlit pools.
We are of the going water and the gone.
We are of water in the holy land of water
And all that's to come runs in
With the thrust on the strand.
John Carder Bush