Cyclical and symphonic,
hypnotic in its insistence,
rolling, surging, persistent
by the moon’s urging.
ever-splashing is the lake.
The sound of power,
hour after hour
amidst sea bird calls,
a summer evening falls;
the sun’s rapid retreat
burrowing under the horizon
with a vibrant auburn radiance.
The warmth beneath our feet
transfers from the soft sand
straight to our hearts,
you and I locked in love’s
soulful kisses burn with
beneath the canopy of
starlit wonder with
only the sound of the waves
for our view. Lapping the
shore, seeking its nourishment
from the abandoned beach but
finding nothing to feed upon.
Where this evening finds us, there is
just you, just me and this blanket.
The tide creeps closer as my words,
poetic and symphonic, hypnotic
in their insistence, roll and surge
by love’s urging, and are clutched
closely to your chest, held to your heart.
Words that warm, words that heal,
words that save as the tide struggles
to take us out. You find comfort
it their buoyancy, for in case of emergency,
this poem can be used as a flotation device.