Herbert Nehrlich (04 October 1943 / Germany)
Poem By Rachel (From Me To Thee)
My darling dear across the seas
Would there were an inland breeze
To carry quickly to your side
Myself, a short time to abide.
Before my heart shall beat its last
T'would be my wish to hold you fast
And for a while my great desire
Would bring to me your inner fire.
And so I dream, feeling a thrum,
To stay within your beating drum.
Is this all wrong? It cannot be.
Though we are parted by the sea,
A singing bond exists it seems
And gives some substance to my dreams.
Please, beating drum, keep me inside
I'll not disturb the rhythmic tide
That counts your days and mine as well
In love within I'd wish to dwell.
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