Sunday afternoon reading Thomas
overwhelmed by hiraeth
remembering when we went down
to the shore young and easy
tumbling on the sand beside the waves
seagulls swirling overhead
pelicans gliding above their prey
sand in our hair and between our fingers
yearning for a time beyond time
when youth had no end
passion burned eternally
and death had no dominion
the grass on the sand dunes bent
beneath the force of the southerly
the crest of the waves blown to foam
the sky merging with the sea
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