Erin’s Sea
The mist rolls off the beaches
and the tide rolls in at dawn,
a voice drifts in on breezes
like an old familiar song.
I walk along the white strand
at the dawning of the day
seeing visions of the OtherWorld
in the poems of Erin May.
This was written and dedicated several years ago to my friend Starwink, whose real name is Erin May.
She also writes some wonderful poetry. We’ve since lost touch with each other.
