Waiting
Alone, my soul drifts with the tide,
I enjoy such peace, but somewhere inside
A slowly beating heart calls me back to shore,
I fear this something I can't ignore.
I retreat from the sight of shining eyes,
Of a being so warm, of laughter that flies
Into my aloneness, warm-breasted and calm,
Cool hands on my brow, soothing as balm.
I try not to think, only to feel,
I am as I am; she will know I am real.
Almere,
17/8/2001
I enjoy such peace, but somewhere inside
A slowly beating heart calls me back to shore,
I fear this something I can't ignore.
I retreat from the sight of shining eyes,
Of a being so warm, of laughter that flies
Into my aloneness, warm-breasted and calm,
Cool hands on my brow, soothing as balm.
I try not to think, only to feel,
I am as I am; she will know I am real.
Almere,
17/8/2001
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