as cool water caresses the warm tender shore
melding lives in toil and sleep, so adore
but waste no word, since none can find
the freedom beauty in a dreaming mind
of darkly calm, as peace should be
the end to days with her and me
now drift so well, with favoured course
to nowhere, for times as these deny remorse
such stories in spellbound heads of love
enlightened, potent, yet obscure thereof
retracing more than passing hours
for time is theirs, but this is ours
and so, as arms engulf, to sooth the pain
the shore dissolves, none does remain
©2008 Hey Hey
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