Coming Home
By duderag
From four thousand miles away With my eyes resting, silently shut I could still imagine her hold My heart did beat but softly Eight times did the sunrise But eight times the sunset without her Now closer but only by a half My heart beats harder So much that I can feel my pulse Through my soft aching lips Before this sunset today I will be home But the waiting weathers my soul Taking each second, each minute like days, like weeks But I can wait as the world does take As my soul shall survive For I will see her soon For I am coming home 14/11/00 Waiting at Cairns Airport, dying to see her Written November 14th, 2000 © on Jan 19 2002 02:45 PM PST 0 • 8
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"From four thousand miles away..."