© 2002 Glynis Amanda Burke
When you reach for me
Within your eyes a thousand seas are swelling
I think of rocky shores
Upon which countless dreams have broken
Spray and wind and salt in open wounds
Haunted, cry the gulls
And the grey sky now breaking open
Like an omen
Is this Love?
Imprints in wet sand soon washed away
And two upon the shore
Holding one another
As if to hold the moment
Ever more.
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