Hold your hands above your head

sun burnished beauty, dance tonight

listening to the song of ocean waves

dancing on silk cobalt sea of our whispers

breeze whistles sweet jingles of love

gems in the sky light up our night

warm kisses of salty breath linger

day dreams spray as sea mist wanders

flocks of birds chase their own cries

as we listen to the soft slow rhythm

embrace the moment as winged, naked

child of love slings arrows in upbeat swells

heartbeat ascends on cusp of spent waves.

We all would like to fly away

Like mourning doves on gloomy days

We get in planes

To chase our dreams

Our only means

Of flight it seems

But what is flying

What is flight

It can be love that makes us light

It can be hope or courage or might

It can be simply freeing your mind

So when you think you cannot fly

Think again and you can try

To keep your head and heart up high

And never let your passion die