ZIGGY

A place in time

 

sit upon a rock and gaze

out on the open sea,

 

gulls rest on a breeze

what is that but free,

 

wave and rock collide

at this the great divide,

 

time and tide has been

and gone, what is left we

walk now on.

 

stroll down the beach

your footprints I will seek

 

and when I\'ve heard what\'s

on your mind our friendship

intertwines with out-stretched

arms, you I will embrace at

this our special place.