Long Black Line - Mike Gordon

I’ve never seen a granite bridge this high

Leaning on the ocean side

Crushing snow in the salty fog

I’m walking on the long black line

I’ll never swim in those quiet crashing waves

Or steal another rain-washed kiss

Or surf the swirling notes around my half-done songs

So far above the ocean mist

My alter ego flies and swoops down toward the coastline

To splash the crest where tidal waves collide

But smashing on the rocks, I watch my ego die in terror

My spirit walks the long black line… line

I stomp on rocks and scuff this muddy trail

Try to kick these spinning thoughts I’ve known

Like how we never bought that rolling hill

Or built your dream chalet of stone

Like a last thought, a stone rolls away

Catches ten more down the cliff they wind

Cycloning clay avalanches me downward

Demolishing the long black line… line