Great Heron Inn

With the singe of shore on whispered brows we climb the stairs to disavow all knowledge of the outside world declining stress an open hand With concrete pools Tahiti blue reflecting cheeks a crimson hue we cool our feet and pass the day impend horizon sunset stand With the pass of love between our eyes with ten years growth of compromise all steel and strength of pampered wills becomes a melt of sleepy days With our souls unkempt, delicious sweet we gracious nod to those we meet and lose ourselves in southern skies The tide rolls out, but love - it stays.