In These Times A five minute walk from where I stand there's a deep, wide sweep of beach where the sand waits, calm and motionless... I'd like to pick you up and throw you in the air, catch you laughing in my arms, chase you with wet sand-clogged feet alo

In These Times


A five minute walk from where I stand
there's a deep, wide sweep of beach
where the sand waits, calm and motionless...
I'd like to pick you up and throw you in the air,
catch you laughing in my arms,
chase you with wet sand-clogged feet
along that shore, till we fell in a joyful shrieking heap

Then I'd hug you tight to my ageing chest
and smother your head in kisses.
How I miss you