Running the beach in the morning
Running barefoot over wet sand,
Leaving my footprints behind me
The legacy of sand and sea
Risen afresh from the waters
Out of the ocean, out of the eternal waves.
Running alone by the great sea
Watching the red fire lifting
Ponderously slow it arises
Watching the sky-doors open
The business of day is beginning
Out of the ocean, out of the eternal waves
And the day is coming
And my legs are aching
And my breath comes bursting
And my lungs are filling
As my head is clearing
And my pulse is quickening
And the gulls are soaring
And the fire is boiling
And my soul is lifting
Out of the ocean, out of the eternal waves.
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