Andy Gibson Coastline
The coastline calls to her loved one
He draws down close to her side
He flickers into flame and brushes a cloud across her brow
They call each other’s names, repeat the age old vow
And I am man
Holding them apart with all the strength that I have
I am man
I echo their art the best that I can
And I sing praises to the coastline and the sunset
And I sing praises to the maker and the made
And I sing praises to the ocean and the moonlight
And I sing praises to the maker and the made
