Come to my horizon,
drink from my sea:
a torrent of desire,
echoing within your currents,
your tides of salted-hope.
Reach for the wild stillpoint,
the edge of infinity;
I’ll beckon you closer,
then sweep you away.
©Rebecca Cavender
Come to my horizon,
drink from my sea:
a torrent of desire,
echoing within your currents,
your tides of salted-hope.
Reach for the wild stillpoint,
the edge of infinity;
I’ll beckon you closer,
then sweep you away.
©Rebecca Cavender