If I Listen, I can hear your thoughts
in the wind
Reaching out to me across these separating miles
Finding a welcome home in these isolated Isles
Inspiring me, holding my attention,
closely pinned
Memories of conversations between minds
linger
Ethereal dance of matched intelligence,
so vivid
It tattoo's upon tender skin a raised scar so livid
You are my only joy,
my only pleasure bringer
I look out across this stretch of water
before me
Imagining what life would be like
without you
And this mantel of loneliness begins to accrue
My heart is lost in the waves
of a gunmetal sea
Drowning in need for a wandering
conversation
With my transatlantic companion
and temptation
"My heart is lost in the waves of a gunmetal sea Drowning in need for a wandering conversation With my transatlantic companion and temptation" A wistful write DW....the closing lines are wonderful.