Sometimes

Sometimes I long

To walk upon dry land

And feel secure

In footsteps where I stand.

Sometimes I long

To close my eyes and see

Shadows forming images

Designed to set me free.

Sometimes I long

To break away the ice

That causes frost

And offers ill advice.

Sometimes I long

To dream of my old smile

Then awake

And wear it for a while.

Sometimes I long

To run and win my race

Against the tide

That brings my fall from grace.

Sometimes I long 

To feature in a book

And walk along 

The pages of good luck.

Sometimes I long

To walk with one who's true 

And in  my heart 

I wish it could be you ...