your memories of me

the waves of sleep wash over me
and i drift away,
to run aground on the gentle shores
of a distant land
and a different day.

it is there that i find my memories,
in the land where i once found you,
on the sand by the sea
with the wind and the surf,
in a place known by only a few.

i left my songs and poems there,
by the shore of that gentle sea,
that you may one day find them
with your dreams
of you and me.


10/25/1990