Losing the physical self

A couple of weeks ago I couldn’t sleep, so rather than look at the ceiling I listen to music and write, I do that alot. I write many things that only exist as expression. I wrote something about our time together on holiday in Greece.

I think of us always walking the shore
that tiny island that is no more
a private beach for us to moor

Ships pass through the linen veil
come and go they slowly sail
white sheets your skin still pale

The yellow costume your hair so fair
burnt skin glistens holding hands as a pair
a love so strong without a care

We’ll stay forever in our bed of dreams
A lifetime of make believe is what it seems
It is always and everything the only thing that means

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