To Be

A place where waves don't crash against sand... Where mountains eclipse the cloud line and sayings thrust themselves in midair Floating back toward shores made of distinction and colorful stones what was said becomes gratitude Love is what thanksgiving is for Beauty is love's primary description Mood swing does not exist...here. Faith so real Science so skilled that honesty smiles sympathetic regret frowns a domicile and courage sees more of an actuality So...much happens In a place presence aches for.