Stare into the moonlight

Silver fingers press my eyes

Probing in my heart with longing



These footprints by the sea's edge

Disappearing grain by grain

Lose their form but keep their substance



As the waves roar on the beach like a squadron of F16's

Ebb and flow like the better days they say this world has seen



Government by outrage

Hunger camps and shanty towns

Dignity and love still holding



This bluegreen ball in black space

Filled with beauty even now

battered and abused and lovely



And the waves roar on the beach like a squadron of F16's

Ebb and flow like the better days they say this world has seen



Each one in our own heart

Desperate to know where we stand

Planet of the clowns in wet shoes



(Tenerife 9/9/81