This Heavenly Island
Gently tugs on the Strings of My Heart
While the Moon pulls the Ocean Tide
From Euphoric Highs to Infinite Lows
The Wind will carry My Love to You
And like the Sweet Scent of Wild Flowers
It will fill the Air and return to Me
Sealed with Your Kiss and Blessing
With all the Intention and Promise
That We held close and Cherished
Each and everyday
Over and over again...
* * * * * *
Block Island, Rhode Island
Atlantic Inn
Summer 2008
© 2008 Pamela Viscomi Yates
1 comment:
Pamela,
I didn't realize you and Jerry were practically newlyweds, on top of everything else. You really *were* robbed ...
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