When waves roll in
it finally turns out gold
at the shore.
Pure gold
so much gold that no form can contain.
You have only to offer a sit in
your imagination
alone.
If you live nearby a sea why don't just grab a boat and start off for here
where I stand and wait for you
on the opposite shore in a different
country?
Agreed, thousands of miles stretch lies in between
storms also hewn so embroidered
still more great waves of doubts and reasoning eager to swallow.
Yet I stand here and
wait for you
doesn't make any sense?
Or same way I myself can voyege for where
you stand and wait.
Are you there?
