The Shore

When ever I look out to the sea

I can see you looking back at me

We were once together on the sea

sailing to distant shores

The sun shines brightly on

the waters tips

Sea-gulls flying on the wind

the feel of the spray carries me to you

Where I want to be

standing next to you as the bow

breaks through the ocean waves

So I shall go back to the

shore again and again

Until I can look beside me

at the shore and see you there


© 1998 All rights reserved by Jeanne Gillott

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