You opened a window on your world
And a sudden rush of sea breeze
Tossed my hair, touched my face,
Brought the taste of sea salt in its’ wake.
And I could hear your footsteps
On the rocky path,
Winding their way
Round the craggy headland.
Could see with your eyes
The misty morning colours,
Sea and sky blended from soft pastels,
A peaceful palette, a gentle awakening.
You smiled and asked me in.
But I could only stand transfixed,
Trapped in my own world
On the other side
Of the window.
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