I've been an island
All these years
No one's reached these shores
No one's sifted sand
To find what's hidden there
But you would not be blown
By my winds wailing
Or by the tide rolling in
You would not be scared
By this siren's warning
And so I will not tire
Of warming you with sun high
Or by moon full and
Sparkling over waters smooth
As worn sea glass
Come into my shores
Walk bare feet upon my sand
Dig in, my love
Stay, my dear
Anchored to me
Beautiful.
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ReplyDeleteSweet siren, I have missed your voice.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Meena. Loving getting to read more of your writing this month, too.
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