Exile

You to me are a lost continent

Far off, unexplored, half dreamed of.

I long for the land I love

 

With you I would walk

on beaches

Naked, on the naked shore

And in the silence touch no other soul

Stand in valleys

Lush with life

Sensing the

Virgin breath of

Creation

In communion with mountain peaks

Shoulder to shoulder

Robust against all climate and

The terrors of

The night

 

You to me are a lost continent

Far off, half imagined, unreachable

 

In you I sense the

Wonder and the burden of

My longing

 

 

 

 

 

A recreation of Australia poem, lost in the wash (in my jeans) in April 2006, originally written in a journey of the soul weekend in 2003!