11.1.11

white shores will call you

the memory of your warmth radiates through the illuminated screen
and images flash in a fluid montage across the screen behind my eyes.
the even breath and the constant thud reverberating in my ear,
cradled in the hollow of your neck.

slipping away, following the pull of the tide from the sea
darkness closing in and pushing me on to the horizon.
A million shades of blue, shattered from the sky and the water
and pieced together into the most brilliant mosaic
reflected in familiar eyes, waiting for the threshold to be crossed.

and as sure as i feel the warm waves rush over my toes,
and the sand, soft and velvety under my feet;
as sure as i feel the finality of the warmth waiting for me in open arms,

i know that I am home.

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