Surf Trip

A fond reflection on summer surf trips. This is dedicated to the lovely people that star in the second verse and all the other friends that made for so many memorable surf trips.



Sparkling, silvered moonlight shadows kiss;
Shifting gold beneath your feet.
Exhalations rumbling on the breeze –
In the distance the dragon sleeps
 
Hard days, you can come crashing down – chairman of the board
Your blue world turned around - paddle out for more
 
This is where I want to be – warm days and smiling friends
Life can be a beach. May this summer never end.
 
Stumbling footsteps, laughing eyes,
Trust the strength in a new found friend
To carry your love up on high
Safe in this circle without end.
 
Hard days...