Your skin is the colour of Caribbean sand.
Your lips are the colour of St. George rose.
Your eyes are the colour of deep mahogany.
You are the angel of my world.
Despite this you still ask yourself:
What does he see in me?
My heart has been shielded.
My eyes have been blinded.
My mind has been distracted.
Finally, you have come to rescue me.
Or am I making a mistake letting you in?
I feel the sun on my skin.
I taste the salt in the air.
I hear the waves crash and the gulls wail.
I know that I am home and with my love.
For my home and my love is the greatest of all.
The sea.
The world is at an end.
They day of judgment has arrived.
People file to church.
But I do not.
For I stand on the shore and wait.
And wait to be judged by mother nature.
Copyright Benjamin J Jones. ©
Sunday, 9 August 2009
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