I lay, supine

On the shivering sands.

Careless that the incoming waves

May engulf, and set me free.

Suddenly,

I feel your hands lift me,

Guiding me to the safety

Of the guardian rocks

That line the shore.

More,

I feel your words embrace me,

Though I cannot hear the sound.

You seem to surround me,

I can feel your touch,

Much warmer than the chill

That invades me.

I open my eyes;

You are not there,

I close them once more,

Perchance to dream again.

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Owain Glyn