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This is where I want to be
Here and now:
This place, this quietude—this view
So much I would love to do with you:
Feel the wind on my face
The sands under my feet
You and I holding hands
Stopping now and then to glance back at our footprints
This love, this joy, this beautiful earth that time forgot.
Walking the beach alone by myself
Listening to the cursing wind
The sea beyond crashing like tea leaves
Wondering what all of it means
Is there a riddle to where the sea and sky meet?
I don’t know but would someone tell me, please.
Strolling, skipping over these wet sands
Huddled, the wind attempts ripping me off my jacket
Alone. There’s no one to see for miles, no rocks no sand castle
Lay in sight. Nothing but distant memories
Of what could be, once was, or never will
There’s just me throwing stones out to sea.
I hear you speak: your voice so faint in the wind
You pleaded with me to stay
Stay, don’t walk away
Here on this white landscape there is no hiding place
No past, no future, or forever more
Just you talking in my ear, walking alone on this strip of beach.
A road cuts through the mountains
Like knife through butter
Not too long ago the road was never there
The mountains used to cuddle in harmony and love
The river watered their sons
The sun blessed their union.
But then discord happened
And the road came to be
Distant lovers the mountains are forever to remain
Till, who knows, the river returns to consume the road.
Landscapes and mountains I have traveled
Far from you
Ocean-views I have marveled
At the space that exists between oceans and the sun’s stew
Pot you cooked, fed me through winter’s summer
And autumn’s spring just to shine a-new
To think that I can forget about you
This love I once had, lost and found, lost and seduce
To think that I won’t again return to you.
PhilOyok 