The Ride

The Ride

Sparse lantern, standing on the beach
I thought I saw you in between the stars, your light,
slender and brief sneaking out after dark through
a crack in between us and your parallel universe.

My surf board is all waxed and ready to roll out
on that final trip on the tide that took the day off
from school when they taught the lesson on returning.
With all the time in the world and you to guide me,

time, that last pesky knot that never comes undone
I'll slip right open with just a wide smile on the long wave
along the way. I won't even need the pocket knife
that anyway I always forget to take along for the ride.

Little light, it's about to be all water here
with nothing left to hold onto.
Little light, draw me close and closer then
(I hate to sound old fashioned)

just hold me tightly like whoever holds your lamp
there, holding you firm, holding you steady.