I lie in my bed and sail unfamiliar seas.
I am lost with no map, no guidance.
I still marvel because you love me.
Is the breeze which finds your sheets
as warm and strong – comforting,
as the sweet breathe of this new life?
A promise of new love – remembered love.
Your pursed lips blow photographed kisses
across 10,000 miles. My wounded heart
responds – leaps in hope – wallows in want
too scared to expect love. Yet, convinced
by your confident words that all my dreams
are possible…
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003
(1st Pub. “Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey”, Ireland 2003)
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