Saturday, April 24, 2010

An old row

On a coastline, across the Atlantic
dreams are sweeping, rushing over waves
I can see it, in the horizon
A thousand wings and reams of cream and white.

I have found you, across the Atlantic
though I cannot glimpse your face or see your eyes
I can hear you, whisper softly
And your melody carried in tide rolls up to me.

Take my linger, Take my words.
Take my voice, my song is only for the birds.
Take my sitting, Take my stance.
Take my vision, but leave my freedom
Take my romance.

On a coastline, across the Atlantic
life is swaying, I make strides in my faith
the air is new here, the sky is blue here
and I know you dear are here with me.