The Seaside Dreams Of My Love

Walking, with the air and the salt on my lips
The crunching, the crackling
Of seashells under my feet
The crash and the roar of the waves
As to me, they come up to greet
I sit down in the sand
With my lover by my side, content
Although, he is not with me
He is half of my heart
In essence, always, he is there
Here now
The soft touch of his hand
In my mind
As the sun rolled down the beach
Off and away into the night
Pink to turn into azure velvet
Caressing the white of the tide
Serene in its power as it moves in
Less and less golden, unpressed glass left to show
Moved
I am, so very deeply, touched
Yet, untouched
By my lover
And the fast-moving water
That sings to me of his name..

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