Despite the beauty of far off lands
In the middle of a sea of sand
all i can think of how I wish
you were here to hold my hand.
The sun is setting behind distant dunes.
Red sand, blue tunes.
Memories of past times a thought a tear;
amid tranquility, a constant fear
that i will never again have you near.
Three years is a long time to hope and pine
knowing not whether you are fine.
Yes, in School you are the best
but this does not help me rest.
I will find a way to let you know
that despite the change from day to night
I will always be there somewhere come what may
to use as a compass or as a light.
As I look out over this desert land
I see in the distance you and me
We are smiling I hold your hand
Not a hope built on sand
but the truth of a promised land.
GMP
24.4.08
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