My Wave
Sol Luckman My wave is so high I couldn’t paint The top of it And only scratched The bottom of
Resources for Lucidity
Sol Luckman My wave is so high I couldn’t paint The top of it And only scratched The bottom of
Sol Luckman Surf too low There’s nowhere to go But down Surf too high You risk being thrown To the
Sol Luckman Moan to the moon Sigh to the tides Now breathe And believe When dark is light Light yet
Sol Luckman Turn off the road Traverse the boisterous schoolyard Feel the tingle of November sand underfoot While ascending and