A Little Poetry Comes

So it is way, way down by the Sea, inside that vision comes, crystal, and clearly. As the waves touch upon the feet of the shore line. As soul wades in. So it is way, way down deep, to walk upon... leaving the shore, catching a breeze, ...setting the sails, walking upon the winds, with wings, So swing low, sweet the chariot, that lifts the spirit, so high- The Seas. ...just to reach a little shack by the road, with a hole in the roof, and the boards on the side fall often times, the winds do blow through the holes, Yet, here is where a little poetry comes.