Here the louring cold at times, but still.
I’m no longer alone, so be with me here,
smiling. Watch over me now, stay your helping
hand, we’ll wait and see which way I’ll go.

Summerland, Sumerian, this view
could work if the rain eases. Holds us
now, settle for some peace. Music evokes
to the past, but silences endures.

To be cast out of these lines again, the sea
beckons. Other places, on another shore.
I’d entertained a dream become reality.
I’d seen that, which I wanted seen.

Overland as winds change, to cache the breeze.
Called back where the heather grows, gorse, broken
clouds driven to the horizon, again in England.
Home of the free, despite such miserable weather.

Long lost, yet each day to be found anew.
The person I’ve created in my likeness,
has become more me than I have ever been.
I only carry echoes from my other self

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