Whenever I go to her shore part of me stays there. I feel her comfort, and nothing else compares. I walk on air. I run through the sand. When her waves hit, I feel magically grand. I spin and twril, I act like a kid. I forget my troubles and what everyone did. I leap and dance. The wind hits my face. I feel her breathing, the tenderest of grace. I sit, I run, I bask in the sun. At the end of the day my worries are undone. Everytime I go part of me stays. I feel her there on the loneliest days I sit, I dream, I feel her sun. Each and everytime I know I am her loved one. Thank you so much for these sweetest of dreams. They live in my heart, where they dazzle and gleam! Written by:  S.Matheson 3/1/2004

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