The Sound - Pierce Fulton, Noosa

Every morning I find my place down the road

Salty sky air I breathe in, I know my home

Routine sounds with my eyes closed, I can get around

Twenty-one lights, I know my count, what’s been found?

Lately I find myself throwing stones

Splashing all I can, ripples grow

Keep your eyes along the sound

For the flashing eyes you’ve found

And if you’ve lost your way

Turn out the light across the bay

I see a couple of daytime swimmers

I hear a couple more water whispers

Finding me

Think of all the nighttime choices

Looking out for distant voices

Finally seen

Isn’t it kinda odd to think that

This could be everything I needed

All along

Through all the fog and the coldest clouds

This side of the pond to the other

Who will believe?

Lately I find myself throwing stones

Splashing all I can, ripples grow

Keep your eyes along the sound

For the flashing eyes you’ve found

And if you’ve lost your way

Turn out the light across the bay