Hope Cove

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Idyllic, sleepy

Fishing town

Where bracken cliffs

Come tumbling down

And seabirds wheel

In skies above

Their cries an emblem

Of the cove.

A surreptitious glance

At you

Revealed the feelings

That were true

One night of freedom

In your arms

A kind of drowning

In your charms.

An ambled walk

Through fields of gold

The breakers sounding

As they rolled

And you and I

Together, one

To gaze upon

The glorious

Setting of the sun.

Written for Dawn

2345 hours

Steve Wheeler (c) 23 July, 1997