Oct 23, 2017

Our hope for the future

The door slammed loud and rose up
 a cloud of dust on us
Footsteps follow, down through
 the hollow sound, torn up


With a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made

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My mind slipped back to couler of heather, Moss covered hills mountain ranges everywhere.

As the swallows gather feeding up preparing to leave our shores. The birds gathering food on the wing as they feed up. "Who knows where...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"