I dream of you, long for you
Little house near the sea.
With passion I long to enter,
to open that door.
There might be cobwebs and spiders,
still, straight through the hall and room;
Floor to ceiling windows flood the house
with light from sun and sea.
I drop my bag, abandoned it lays,
quickly walk up to the light. My heart melts,
A smile grows and tears run.
I found you, found you
my whisper says,
we belong. I feel at peace and complete.
Having wandered long, seen much,
learnt, laughed and cried;
Now I need harmony and peace.
Dear Little House, I will make you glow
like you made me,
so out comes buckets and tools
I start working whilst singing along.
As all is finished and glows
air streams in through the door,
the door to the deck facing the sea.
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