“Surfer Kingdom”

Matz paintingSurfer Kingdom

That path through Jupiter we know so well

where friendship is warm sand between our toes;

where murmurings are heard before the swell

of wave and water tantalize our nose.

That path to heaven’s place; a youthful beach

where wild among the sea-grape we did tread .

We cast all care aside at arbor’s arch

where hang entangled vines above our head.

Oh, glorious that day when first I glance

with dreamy eyes ablaze in grand delight

my pathway to that surf  a red-hot dance.

My heart remembers all within that flight.

My joy is in that overwhelming scene

whenever I remember we were kings.

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