My Land

I belong here
To this windswept wave torn land
Dweller on the threshold
Living on the Edge

It talks to my Soul
With rivulets of silver moonbaked
It caresses my Mind
With never ceasing sounds

I belong here
To this rock strewn outcrop on the edge of the Atlantic
Where herring gulls screech and call endless plaintive songs
Tides wash clean all our indiscretions
Hearts are torn asunder

I cry unseen tears
To wash away my fears
I howl at the moon
Prophecies that came to pass too soon

I belong to granite, quartz and serpentine
Where the land meets the sea
That is where you'll find me
Spending time

My love has evaporated
Like the scent of roses blooming in the desert sun
My sorrow and fatigue live here
They have no place left to run

Inside my mind I plant flowers
There you will find them growing in the fertile ground
Here the shallow salt parched earth does not allow
But in my mind the garden is in full bloom

This land is my land
It's where my Soul joins with the sea
It's where my Spirit rejoices to be free
This land is my land.