Sunday, 19th February 2006
8000 Miles
The sea beats
Calling my heart
I hear your voice,
your laughter
amidst the morning
sea breeze blowing
The waves beneath my feet,
like your hands:
both heavy and gentle,
pull me further,
deeper, away from home
Are you there,
at the horizon's end?
I want to succumb
to the pull of the tide
The currents will take me
to your land
of golden leaves
and crystal rain
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