Long walks
Cloudy eyes
Quiet thoughts of you in mind
The Atlantic turning like a phantom fog
With dark words beneath, and even brighter skies
To illuminate the hopeful flame
Of the flickering all, of all once kind
Know that these waters turn for you
And in hindsight turn, for me and mine
Walking along the high tide line, watching the Atlantic from the side lines.
One of my favs:
https://youtu.be/s_Lv8z9RuPA
