The Calling Of The Sea
Long quite walks
Across moonlit sand,
With whispers shallow
On encroaching tide.
Sweet Southerly breeze
Off a Georgia sea,
And all the vestiges of anxiety
Washed away with Leah, by my side.
Oh to this sand and surf,
which now fills my broken mind
counting now unto the eclipsing hour
until once more paradise is mine.
Mine to claim for my heart to see,
Oh mine to claim with Leah for eternity.
J. Allen Wilson © Four 2006
I hope to get to see you and Leah....maybe. I'll keep my fingers crossed.
Susan
This sounds like Paradise...and Paradise Beckoning !
Peter