The crashing waves rolling,
The silent peaceful air,
The scene makes me homesick, forcing memories to surface..
The vast stretch of sand, is my garden back at home,
The water is my pool, from so many summers ago,
The silent air is the quiet nights we spent gazing at the stars.
And as I look across the sea,
All I know is home.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
The crashing waves rolling,
The silent peaceful air,
The scene makes me homesick, forcing memories to surface..
The vast stretch of sand, is my garden back at home,
The water is my pool, from so many summers ago,
The silent air is the quiet nights we spent gazing at the stars.
And as I look across the sea,
All I know is home.