Yours and Mine

Its mine.

This beach. This beach is mine.

(And yours)

These songs are mine.

I have made them my own

(Though they are yours)

The pink skies and rainbows you sent

I received them

The tide you ride, it is my tide

The wind in all its frustration

Is mine, I don’t want it to blow you away

Hidden in plain sight

The lure of Saturday-night-Newcastle

Short sleeves, high heels

But the smell of coconut wax

A purple hibiscus flower

O’neil and wooden eaves,

An Endless Summer

In sleet and snow

Memories of people I did not know

Met once, twice

A falling star that exploded in our sky

This place

Has always had a fragment of me in it

You were born to it

But I arrived alone, long ago, and inhaled its soul

A voice within me

I knew then it was mine

I knew then what I wanted to be

dropped a white pebble

a tiny piece of a dream

My footprint in your sands

As I was sung away

Though the reason is still unclear

I have scattered stones everywhere

The pieces shine in moonlight, an impossible path

Lead to here!

Could this place be my home as much as it is yours?