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Seagulls in the bedroom,
The crashing isn't waves...
The lure of far horizons
Where lies the sleep he craves...
Confined by bricks and mortar,
A heartbeat in a storm,
As dreams of sweet surrender
Embrace your sleeping form...
To soar, yet never stirring,
So near, yet far away...
Awake and share the future,
For love is here to stay.
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Vincent Hefter (sometime in the 1990's)
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A poem conceived on my travels, many sleeps ago.
I recently stumbled upon it again and reprint it here
as it's a fond memory of a special time in my life...
(embarrassment is diminished by the passage of time)
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