Dark Horizon
Come to me, my dearest love,
cross the deep divide,
pray the rising, morning sun
calms the raging tide.
Waiting, counting days so long,
scanning graying skies . . .
sail across this heaving sea,
rest my weary eyes.
© Faye Lanham Gibson, April 12, 2015
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2015
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