the waves of sleep wash over me and i drift away
to run aground on the gentle shores
of a distant land and another day.
there i will find my memories,
in the land where i found you,
on the sand by the sea with the wind and the surf,
in a place known to only the few.
i left my songs and my poems there
by the shore of that gentle sea,
that you may one day find them
with your memories of me.
10/25/1990
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