View From The Glen

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Wind Broken Stones

Where the earth shows its bones of wind broken stones
and the sea and the sky are one

I'm caught out of time, my blood sings with wine
and I'm running naked in the sun

There's God in the trees and I'm weak in the knees

and the sky is a painful blue...

Stan Rogers, 45 Years

Why even try to describe how the ocean makes me feel when Stan's already captured it perfectly...?