Tubing

Hovered above heaven's shore,
a breath aloft of celestial beach.
Gaze downward upon the passing loom,
nose kissed to suspension's wet keep.

A sky full of white-sanded, dark rocks,
pass fishless along subtle gravity's path.
Wind to rested lumps that cradle
a lullaby across miles unknown.

Wind's serenade and light toppling chorus,
soft over rapid's secret whisper.
Zion's radio lilting a shadow,
of promised bliss and perfect love.





Thanks to Jessica for this Saturday's inspiration, "Tubing."