That great and rugged distant shore
on which we lay our senses,
hits our eyes with supreme delight
against the silhouette of the inked night.
The waves slap angrily at the solid rock
and the sea’s spit flies in our eyes
as you cry with reverence at the display
that is generously gifted your way.
We sleep under the pin-dotted sky
and see the moon drift and the clouds fly,
as the water screams into the night
but we lay frozen with this heavenly sight.