I dreamed of you again last night. How I wish I did not. How I grateful I am that I do. You are always with me and yet I cannot find you. You exist in some far off place in a far off time and yet you are always with me in the here and now. Are you only the smoke of my dreams or memories of a reality a long time past. Will I ever know? Do I really want to know? How I hate this memory that leaves these tears on my pillow. How happy I am for this smile they leave in their place.

Never a tide goes out to sea
But carries a bit of the heart of me
Riding the foam and the gray sea-wrack,
Caring no whit if it ne'er comes back,
Drifting over the seven seas
Driven by trade-wind, storm and breeze,
Hearing the cry of the sad sea-loon,
Floating a while in a blue lagoon,
Bleached and scorched by the tropic suns,
Spun away when the rip-tide runs,
On and over and back and forth
Up to the still white frozen north
Where a weary day is a long half year
And out of the ice... read more