Thursday, May 04, 2006

Take me to the rock that is higher than I
The waves dash against my feet
And the winds give voice to the storm
Where you and I used to come and meet.
But we shall meet no more.
Take me to the rock that is higher than I
There we shall gaze out to the sea
And hold hands through the dawn.

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