Every day I walk the beach—from afar.
Every day I walk the grass of the Old People’s Home—from afar.
Every day I feel the breeze from the estuary stir my hair like fingers of peace—from afar.
Every day Portmierion lives inside—from afar.
I know I’ll never get there,
I know it’s not for me
I know I’ll never be fortunate enough
To walk there by the Sea
But I dream.
I stroll the cobbled paths
I walk the streets and peer through the windows
I search the entire Village and try to touch each place to feel it’s embrace—from afar.
Like a dream that will not end
Like a kiss from a beloved friend
I hold tight to Portmierion—from afar.
In my mind
It’s always there –from afar.
It cannot be removed
Nor can I be ever taken
From it’s shelter and it’s hold
Through a time of despair
It has given hope and air
Trusting my heart and soul to it’s care
With longing to be captured
Truly taken and placed there
I would give my deepest secrets up
And forever dwell in it’s care
Come and take me Portmierion,
Come and steal me from this storm
Let your embrace surround me
Until my days are done.