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The red sun sinks slow  into the sea And shipwrecks on the rocks below The clouds bloodstained remain And soften to a glow. There is no moon, but the sea is there The waves still come and go Hypnotic…

The red sun sinks slow  into the sea

And shipwrecks on the rocks below

The clouds bloodstained remain

And soften to a glow.

There is no moon, but the sea is there

The waves still come and go

Hypnotic sound of water bathes my soul

Bruised and battered now, aching to know

Where you are, my heart’s beloved –

Are you near, or far?

Do you see me – hear my cries?

As I listen to the sea, do you hold my hand?

The stars become shards of ice

 Tearing at the fabric of my being

Where are you hiding? Where do you stand?

I hear your whisper in the wind

Playful wraith, fast as light -  gentle as the dark

That encloaks the world grown weary of pain

Come, be with me – Hold me close again

Let me hide in the comfort of your heart

Remind me that nothing can keep apart

Two hearts made one – since first the world began

When we meet we shall greet each other by our spirit names

Half remembered, half forgotten like a dream

Then shall the circle be whole again

And pain forgotten as if it had never been

 

 by HENMESS

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