Close your eyes, hold out your arms <br />And spin with your head held high <br />Turning around and around <br />Until you almost fly to the sky <br /> <br />I like to do this sometimes <br />Upon a windswept plain <br />Feeling just like Cathy <br />Waiting for Heathcliffe in the rain <br /> <br />The droplets tumble onto your face <br />The wind whipping your hair until <br />It stings and reminds you your place <br />And you stop, you've had your fill <br /> <br />Then a gentle stroll along the beach <br />Isolated, there's only you <br />You only have to answer to the tide <br />You stand, and stare at whom? <br /> <br />The freckle on the horizon <br />That draws closer to your mind <br />Bringing a clarity, not illusion <br />True happiness you will find <br /> <br />In nature and loneliness <br />And the sand between your toes <br />In friends and truth and love <br />Mother Earth absorbs the woes<br /><br />Michelle Tiddy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spinning-4/
