From the lure of the sea
Months away from the spray
The perfume of you to me
Stepping in to shallow waters
To belly board on our knees
In a June of an English summer
The time for doubts to cease
Days there were very lonely
And the nights entirely free
Yet I look back now with love
For it was I, becoming me
Stepping in to the stylish café
Driftwood on shoreline breeze
To the tune of one and another
A life not set, yet o so to increase
 |
| Link to Kindle |
