Summer and special places...
I want to be still here
To pretend
For a time
I need never leave
To watch the light shift
Painting magic inside and out
To follow the tides
In an endless dance with the sand
And watch the wind
As it gently crafts the sky
For is it really a lie?
My heart knows this place
More intimately than any other
And while this life has made me visitor
A world weary traveller
Abiding only for a time
There are other lives
Buried deep in time and memory
There must be
For I know this place
As home