Written for - The Red Rose Journal of Love

 

Alone, I now wait for my friend

the sea gulls, the sea, its ocean of waves, its sunrise,

its melody of coastal harbors, the fisherman,

the tugboat, small but mighty,

my eyes see its power push and pull

its large ships in and out of their home of the sea.

The dock I sit upon,

it rocks back and forth with in-coming waves,

sounds of birds off in the distant horizon

they glide in and out of the sky,

a kite dancing in the now afternoon winds

overlooking, looking down upon a small seaport village.

She now walks towards me,

her long blond hair combed by seas breeze fingers,

oh how I wish it were mine, my finger's stroking her hair,

skin fair and soft looking,

her cheeks sun kissed by that of a now setting sun.

My smile, the same grin she always sees

when she walks by, smiling at me,

does she know my thoughts

like I know that of the landscape,

the landscape that surrounds her and I,

its melody I hear in this hearts soul of my mind,

its a song, its music to that of my eyes.

The sun now sets,

the beauty of it all now rest upon twilight's last hour

where daylight falls into the arms of darkness

her love waits, they both dance

to that of a romance, a romance of a love affair,

a love affair captured by the words I now write,

seeing them both lie down together

amongst a bed of night stars,

falling stars,

shooting stars grazing across this harbor night sky.

© Arthur Henn 2010


 

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