Lost In The Mist The Sea Poem by James McLain
Lost In The Mist The Sea
Where I am,
The wind on your skin and your hair.
The look in her gaze, the feel of his hand,
Whirlwind the clouds, the moon when it's full
Looking down.
Now the sea each season I miss,
Lost in the mist the wind blowing foam white
On my face,
The sand underfoot each grain that I feel
As soft as the rain on my face.
Lost in the mist, lost from sight though you see.
Lost in the mist is the sea.
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