earth, stream and tree encircled by sea
waves sweep the sand from my island.
my sunsets fade.
field and glade wait only for rain
grain after grain love erodes
my high weathered walls
which fend off the tide
cradle the wind
to my island.
excerpted from "islands" king crimson
2 comments:
Beautiful, misty shoreline.
mmmm hmmmmmmm!!!! sure was! steven
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