Lamorna beach

In my dream, the wind was in your hair.
We never had harsh words.
There was nothing to forgive.

In my dream, we have the sand between our toes.
And you know that the sea would drown you if you let it.
But I am not pushing you in, dragging you down, holding you back.
Or doing anything.

But I have a good heart.
Confused in the melee.
Sometimes. Easily broken.

I am always talking, talking.
Saying nothing, meaning nothing.
I just want the hours to pass.
Until you kiss me.
Once again. Just dreaming.
Nothing to fear. We are ever further apart.
never coming near.

I have kissed my son

I have kissed my son
a thousand times
and held him close
And will kiss his face
one million more
before he goes

before the days that words can’t bridge
before the distance grows

I will kiss his face
a million times
before he ups and goes.

Will you love me, Billy, oh my son
Will you love me, Billy boy?
When we are lost and cannot find our bond
Will I still bring you joy?

I have watched my son
sleep in his bed
I see his life before us.