When I sleep to dreams I go,
Of rocky beaches, high and steep
Where wind-whipped grasses,
Tall and sharp
Quiet my troubled heart.

And when I dream,
To distant lands I fly,
Where words and thoughts
Mingle in my mind
To stir me in my sleep.

For as I search the crests
Of Life’s eternal realm
My breath, my love,
And what I call my soul,
Like flower petals
Driven by the wind
All return to you.

Written after visiting an Atlantic Ocean beach of Nova Scotia.

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