Sunday, 18 May 2014

Soul Searching

                                 SOUL SEARCHING

When I find out where you live I’ll come and take you home

It was a long journey
Over the mountain too high
The forest too dark
The sea too rough
To an island too hidden

There was a pool too clear
A living mirror too alive
You wouldn’t break the laws of your land
You wouldn’t look

So my hands reach out
My heart aches out
I found where you live
And even how you got there
But I can’t take you home                   

                                                                    WILF 02/2007

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