

An icy wind whips across the ocean tonight
And I wonder if you feel it
My heart beats time with a symphony of waves
And I wonder if you hear it
The sky is ablaze with a hue of fool’s gold
And I wonder if you see it
A storm hangs heavy in unsympathetic air
And I wonder if you smell it
Salt stings a trail below raw stained eyes
And I wonder if you taste it
I think of place that is you, that is me
And I wonder if you know it
I call it elsewhere; it’s neither here, nor there
And to you, one day soon, I will show it
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