It has been a week or so since my last post ( busy finishing The Tear Avenger ) but the smell of this mornings gentle rain reminded me of this poem......
Mist on a Wave : Thirty years have gone by and I am old and dieing
but my heart is still her slave. I find myself here
today with memories fading in and out like the mist on a wave.
Maybe you’re here wondering too , do you know I am still
in love with you
Standing along the back river the place you showed me
were dolphin hide and pelican fly, I find myself here today
my heart still her slave and memories fading in and out
like the mist on a wave
clouds gray and leprous form as I walk along the beach
passing the stilted house we stayed that amazing week
I see a woman gazing at the decaying Tybee sky , could it
be you ? I pray with a glimmer of hope in my eyes
Maybe you’re here wondering to , do you know I am still in love
with you , I find myself here today my heart still your slave
with memories fading in and out like the mist on a wave
Bending down I touch the sand and close my eyes feeling your hand
Where are you my dear it has been 30 years my heart is still your slave
As I stare into the mist on a wave
by joshua heights , copyright 2011
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