Spectacular Views

In steep cliffs with rocks all piled up
Mysteries of your passing luck
Ages pass, shells and bits of bone forming new limestone
To give things their turn

There are no bad words for the coast today

You never knew why you felt so good
In the strangest of places
Like in waiting rooms and long lines that made you late 
Or mall parking lots on holidays

There are no bad words for the coast today
When we hold our breath until nothing's left
It all starts to fade

See the stars from where the birds make their homes
Staring back at us
Indifferent but distanced perfectly, projected endlessly
It's so fucking beautiful

There are no bad words for the coast today
Then you ask, "What's a palisade?"
And if we're too late for happiness?