29 Days

Or

 41,760 minutes,

Time moves, hearts leap.

Seconds swift,

No time for sleep.

Joy wrought from despair,

as dark winter looses its grip

And a new hope is mine to share.

Journeys anew come to cleanse the mind,

built on the precept of a thing called Tybee Time.

Some may question the validity of this dream,

And some may wonder why of this I’m so keen.

So if there are some who desire to know,

Then in goodness, please read the following prose.

For there is to me, there is no sweeter thing,

Than to walk hand and hand with my Leah,

down by the salt marsh and it tidal stream.

Oh to but taste of the salt on each other lips,

And to lie in the warm sand in our loves embracing grip.

To chase the gulls like I was a kid again,

To watch the morning rise and taste the onshore wind.

To walk to the pier at midnight

and to kiss and hold each other tight.

to sit on the balcony overlooking the sea,

and to realize that I have it all…just Leah and me.

Oh but to see and feel all of this,

now void of worry, with heart and mind in bliss.

For to share my love with my only love,

is bring my life full circle as ordained by Him above.

So bare with me on this, and try to understand.

That when our day and time does arrive,

I pray with all my heart, it’s upon this golden land.

For in 41,750 minutes, I will once again be at total peace.

As Leah, my one true love and I

once again partake of our beautiful sea.

J. Allen Wilson © three 2006