Like searching innocent and tiny childrens hands

The small and timid waves of tender splashing surf

Roll on and rummage softly in the whirling sands

While summer winds are playing in the wavy turf.


Far out there in the glistening of shining blue

When skies and earthly waters quietly embrace

May be the place where some day all my dreams come true,

And where at last my soul will find a peaceful place.


A tear of longing gets absorbed into a thought

A screaming seagull captures it when passing by

And seems to carry it into a gaping nought

That swallows mercilessly my despairing cry.

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