i walked into the wake
of the break of a storm

where the waves all behave
and the weather is warm

the sun hit my face
with the grace of a swan

the beauty was bliss
like a kiss from beyond

the rainbows and rivers
delivered my soul

the peace and the passion
when the fashions unfold

i remembered the embers
when december burned

my lonely life of lessons
i never cared to learn.

--scott copeland