NO PLACE TO LAND

APRIL 6TH 1990 #46

My love is more than a feeling,
Or (desire), it's a passionate (gift)
as it flows from my soul,
My spirit does lift.

It soars ,It glides,
Floating lighter than air .
Too free to confine ,
Searching only to share.

To give, to enjoy,
Forever trying to find.
Searching by faith,
As if it were blind!

As caring, as willing ,
As abundant as sand .
searching only to share,
With NO PLACE TO LAND.

Wanting , needing,
Eternally searching to reunite ,
With the love that gave a breath of life ,
Uncompromising, it remains in flight

A willing heart it once did find,
A mistake I regret, but must confess,
A love like yours ,
It did not posses.

For it once knew your love,
And is unable to forget.
Knowing a love like yours,
It could never forget !

JIMMY DEAN MCMILLEN

FROM MY COLLECTION
THE BENEFIT OF LIGHT
COPY RIGHT 2007