Pure Vida

In your sunshine I'm basking. On your rays I do ride. Thru your Milky Way Galaxy. So our words may collide.

From a cosmic vibration. Into this liquid creation. Down a rainbow of magical twin fin flotation.

My double bump swallow is so hard to follow.

Gliding passed Calypsoing curtains of indigo pearls.

Many wallow and wail there's no wind in there sails. So from were do I get all this speed to set rail?

What they don't understand is. I'm not of this world. I exist in my own mind of mythical curl.

Finding lines of lost legend. Surfing some corduroy candy. Doing laybacks not seen since?

Old Bert (Larry Bertlemann) first got sandy.

Got an arch in my soul that's as true as the moon. And as always. I'm down to surf with my brothers of Dune.