WELCOME TO PAM'S WAY
LISTENING, LEAVING, LAYING
A soul can hurt for want of a mate,
But a soul stands alone in the waves of fate.
A soul can long for a loving touch
And search the world for it's only mate.
A soul can cry and listen at night
To the wail of the winds, the sounds of fright,
The patter of feet approaching a wave,
The last breath of air by the full moon's light.
The body may flee and reach to the wave,
But the soul stands alone, alive and brave.
Hark to the sea, don't you hear it's call?
It beckons my body, it calls to my soul.
My body is weak with death at it's door,
But our souls are entwined, I must save my soul.
Our souls they must frolic, our souls they must play
Forever together, our souls they must lay.
Pamela Pauley-Perreault
©1995
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