Come Walk With Me, Far
Come walk with me, far
along the beaches at the end of the world,
where there is only sun and sea,
where you and I can, if only for a few hours,
disappear
together,
where our two hands generate something warmer
than heat, simply by clasping
each other.
Quarry House 
We all walk with you, Tom, in your beautiful poetry 🙂
Do you plan to publish a book of your poetry? I would love to have one as your words always speak to me often in a very deep way. Thanks for sharing. Mary Ann
I have three in print already. The links on the right sidebar will take you to them. I hope to have another by fall.