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I Take My Time
by John Spencer Yantiss
I take my time as I walk along the sands,
Remembering thoughts of you I had as a child.
Thoughts of what you would be like when I found you.
How your hair catches the sun
In a colour only God can mix.
Foam and gypsy weed wash in and out,
Bathing my skin and heart with you,
Conquering all the giants of years and tears;
Brine churning rhymes of chords,
In a song only you can sing.
And as the moon pierces rocky night,
Washing all creation in sky-blue pink,
Ravelling demons flee your sweet imperfections,
Leaving silk to touch,
In a story only I can hear.