vast is the cold space
wherein i am this small thing
with eternal thoughts

there is only the running surf
speeding quick across the sand
to wrap our feet with sea-foam,
and make us one of its own

there is only the salt-scored wind
shouting news of the far off lands,
kissing our cheeks with warmer promises
like our words to one-another

there is only the pier at the end of the world
where the earth meets a watchful sky
and the Ferris wheel awaits our coming
to lift us into the great blue beyond

there is only the bright witness sun
spilling gold across your smiling face
while Los Angeles becomes endless,
a dream made real in this moment

there is only you,
there is only i,
facing out to horizon
in this forever place
that lives in the centre of me

beneath the treaded rubber tire
and below the painted asphalt,
under the gravel-sand substrate
children creep and quietly listen
to the echoey sounds of the surface
descending to meet them in the dark;
falling to the rounded concrete black
where shadows are the brightest things
and heartbeats are drums in the depths.

this is our hidden place
this is our script
this is our secret space
this is our crypt