the perfect wave

the surf rolls into its spiral forms
the perfect seashell in glowing dawn
the man of black and metallic stars
has found his sun from a land afar
in his golden locks of the past
he must have known of who would last
the girl from north of the long white cloud
the sun of the lining on the evening’s shroud
and with her as the other half of one soul
from the ocean deep his emotions roll
to create a ring of beautiful blue
that surfing within he glided through...



heaven’s strings and the lover’s reach
to a moment on a balinese beach
when all his dreams were realised
in her answer yes the ultimate prize
the perfect wave for which surfer’s live
the perfect seashell for every song he’d give
the spiralled form under the heavens above
the child as proof of their perfect love