Let me feel your tender winds

beneath my tired and aching arms,

that I may catch a much needed breath.


Let me lay my weary head

in the comfort of your bosom,

close my tired eyes,

sleep a while.


And if, when I wake from my slumber,

I have sailed away into the silence

of a sombre summers eve,

may you remember me, still, with a smile.


For there in the dusky distance,

across wild, raging oceans,

strong, swaying forests

and the sighing sands of the deserts…


…though time and distance tore us apart,

ever will I be smiling

upon your warm, tender heart.




Written by Darren Scanlon, 24thNovember 2018.

©2018 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

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