I'd take off my shoes
to enter your presence.
In the dark humidity of the night,
that is where we spoke,
where my heart came alive.
Away from the world
and its peculiar games,
just you and me
and the waves as our music,
consistant and rhythmic as they too prayed....
Those were the nights my bed layed cold
and sleep had to wait till I had my fill of
rest.
HA. 2008
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