Great Heron Inn
With the singe of shore on whispered brows
we climb the stairs to disavow
all knowledge of the outside world
declining stress an open hand
With concrete pools Tahiti blue
reflecting cheeks a crimson hue
we cool our feet and pass the day
impend horizon sunset stand
With the pass of love between our eyes
with ten years growth of compromise
all steel and strength of pampered wills
becomes a melt of sleepy days
With our souls unkempt, delicious sweet
we gracious nod to those we meet
and lose ourselves in southern skies
The tide rolls out, but love - it stays.
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