Eighth on Eighth

In the hour before sunrise

With the sound of falling rain

I reach out as you’re sleeping

And draw you to me once again.

When the morning shines upon us

And the sunlight warms your thigh

There is only one reality

And nothing to deny.

The nor’easter blows the salt our way

Across the waves of the raging bay

We’ll later stroll the long breakwall

To the mouth of the old Macleay.

We shall dine at the Chop ‘n Chill today

On a seafood feast with love and wine

I’ll stare into your eyes once more

Anniversary divine.

The nor’easter blows the salt our way

Across the waves of the raging bay

There’s a thunder in the skies above

Nature’s tribute to this day.

In the moments before sunset

With a glory that you’re mine

I’ll stare into your eyes once more

Anniversary divine,

Anniversary divine.

8th March 2022

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