 |
High Above Climbing to a rocky crest, The perfect view, is our quest Of all surrounding oceanscape, Out on this wind-torn, narrow cape. Echoes of waves crashing all around, A powerful, yet soothing sound. With the summit reached, we look to find A place to sit, relax the mind. Reclined, your head upon my chest, Now safe here in this rocky nest. Your hair blows soft upon my skin, And I gently pull you closer in. We speak of what we know to be, Upon this rock, above the sea, For no other place would compare With the vision of this love we share. Douglas Fletcher 8/24/2001 |
 |