Poem By Rachel (From Me To Thee)

My darling dear across the seas Would there were an inland breeze To carry quickly to your side Myself, a short time to abide. Before my heart shall beat its last T'would be my wish to hold you fast And for a while my great desire Would bring to me your inner fire. And so I dream, feeling a thrum, To stay within your beating drum. Is this all wrong? It cannot be. Though we are parted by the sea, A singing bond exists it seems And gives some substance to my dreams. Please, beating drum, keep me inside I'll not disturb the rhythmic tide That counts your days and mine as well In love within I'd wish to dwell.