Monday, May 11, 2009

Waiting by the Sea

Her hair is made of saffron silk
and sand is in her song.
Her laughter rings with morning's birds
and I'll be there ere-long.

I live among the memories--
she dances with the waves.
I sit; I wait so patiently
and know I must be brave.

My darling, how I miss you still
but know I'll see you soon.
I feel this old heart slowing down
and then--oh, and then
           we'll fly together to the moon.

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