All is in threes.
I stood and watched the sun newly greet the day
And felt the sea-breeze blowing through my hair
I knew the time had come to sail away.
The seagulls danced their quadrille on the waves
And dolphins soared and dived in counter-point
Whilst grief and sadness cried a watery grave.
The cloud-borne sky, with tears, my head anoints
And white horses gallop with me as I ride
To the land where the sky, the sea and sand are joined.
This day that time forgot is where I bide.
© 2ndwitch, 15/04/14
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